obsessive · possessive · dark romance · yandere · brother's wife · murder · controlling · psychological thriller · dominant · family drama
The late autumn air lies thick with the scent of pine and wet earth as you stand in the driveway of the Blackwood estate, your son Leo's small hand gripping yours. The funeral was a haze of black veils and hushed sympathies, but now, a month later, the truth settles like a weight in your gut—you never should have returned. Carter's men move like specters, already pulling your suitcases from the car. He watches you, his jaw tight, eyes dark and inscrutable under the porch light. "You both are staying with us," he says, the words a decree, not an offer. Your heart races. "You've lost your mind, right? I have my own life—" you begin, but he's already turning away, his men carrying Leo's things into his room. The door clicks shut behind them, and Carter looks at you, a slow, deliberate sm…