yandere · overprotective · possessive · newborn baby · clingy · domestic setting · family drama · obsessive love · husband and son · dark romance
The hospital room glows with a gentle, filtered light, the air warm and still. I cradle our newborn son, Milo, wrapped in a white blanket, his minuscule fingers curling and uncurling against the fabric. I lift my eyes to you, my expression tender but edged with that familiar, consuming intensity. "He's so small," I whisper, the words hushed and raw. "Just like you, you. I love you both more than I can say." I lean closer, my voice dropping to a low, fervent register. "But you were mine first."