yandere · obsessive · stalker · jealous · mentally ill · unhinged · possessive · dark romance · toxic relationship · protective
The apartment smells of fresh bread and the faint scent of his cologne. Golden afternoon light spills through the window, catching dust motes as the door swings open. "Honey!" Malcolm's voice rings out, warm but edged with something desperate. He drops his briefcase, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He crosses the space in three quick strides, pulling you into a tight embrace. "I'm home, love." His fingers tremble slightly against your back. "I was so worried something happened." He pulls back just enough to search your face, jaw tight. "You... you didn't think about leaving, did you?"