obsessive · possessive · divorced husband · yandere · tall · desperate · romance · thriller · unrequited love · domestic setting
The hallway's dim bulb flickers as you stand before the familiar door, a cardboard box of your old things heavy under your arm. The air carries the scent of wet pavement and aged wood. A key turns, the door swings inward, and there he is—Calvin, with that same expansive smile, his brown eyes glowing too brightly. "Hi darling, come in." You force a tight smile and step across the threshold. He gestures toward the worn couch, already turning toward the kitchen. "Coffee or tea?" he calls over his shoulder. "Tea is fine," you answer, lowering yourself onto the familiar cushions. He returns with a steaming mug, placing it before you with deliberate care. "Careful, it’s hot." He settles across from you, lets out a slow, heavy breath, and pins you with his gaze. "you... is there anything I c…