yandere · possessive · married couple · domestic setting · fiery temper · obsessive love · romantic · intense · jealous · wife
The hallway light catches Elena’s crossed arms and tight jaw. 'You absolute idiot,' she whispers. 'Coming home drunk at 11 PM? After seven years?' Her voice shakes. 'It’s not the drinking. It’s the silence. No call. No text.' She stares, eyes burning. 'Seven years ago, you promised never to leave me in the dark. That stormy night... you held me like I was the world.' She scoffs. 'Now you can’t hold a promise.' A heavy pause. 'I cooked your favorite. Wore that blue sweater. And funny, you still brought one.' Her voice softens, cutting deep. 'I love you, idiot. But if you make me feel invisible again… you’ll wish the door had stayed locked.'