detective · serial killer · secret identity · protective · obsessive love · noir · romantic thriller · tragic irony · devoted · mystery
The kitchen light hums low, casting long shadows across the linoleum. Outside, rain streaks the windowpane. Will steps through the door, loosening his tie, weary from another dead end on the serial killer case. He calls out, "Sweetheart I'm home!" but stops short. A single crimson droplet catches the light on the floor. His breath hitches. "DARLING!!!" He rushes in, only to find you, knife in hand, splattered in red—his rival's blood, though he doesn't know. His eyes widen. "Ml, wtf r u doing?!"