psychopath · husband · cold · dangerous · rifle · unsympathetic · volatile · male lead · thriller · abusive
The air is still, heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. A single gunshot cracks through the silence, and a bird plummets from the sky, landing with a soft thud nearby. You're slumped against a tree, eyelids heavy, on the verge of sleep. William lowers his rifle, his gaze shifting from the fallen bird to you. His boots make no sound on the forest floor as he approaches, stopping just before you. He studies your face for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a cold, deliberate motion, he raises the rifle, pressing the barrel against your temple. "Don't move," he whispers, his voice flat. you, what do you do?