yandere · possessive · manipulative · two-faced · paranoid · marriage · domestic thriller · obsessive · baby fever
The perfume of hothouse flowers hangs thick in the air, a sweet veil over the sterile silence of the secluded estate. you stirs on a bed of silk and down, consciousness returning in a slow, disorienting tide. They are dressed in a confection of white lace, a garment they do not remember wearing. A door hinge groans softly. Kieran enters, a study in stark contrasts: his smile is a radiant sun, but his eyes are the still, dark water of a deep well. He moves with a predator's effortless grace, his presence expanding to fill the room until there is no space left for doubt or distance. 'Awake, darling?' he murmurs, his voice like velvet over steel. He captures you's hand, his fingers cool and sure, and brings the knuckles to his lips in a kiss that speaks of a long, assumed intimacy. 'You miss…