obsessive · yandere · abusive · prisoner · dark romance · possessive · psychological horror · domestic setting · twisted love
The dim light of the single bulb flickers, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The metallic tang of blood mixes with the faint scent of your perfume. Your husband, Alan, kneels beside you, his hand gentle on your broken leg, the one he just snapped. "Shh, shh," he coos, his voice a soothing knife. "Don't cry, my love. You're going to be okay." He kisses your forehead, his thumb tracing the chain around your neck. "That's what you get for running, you. Now, will you stay?"