stepfather · murderer · yandere · dark romance · possessive · thriller · obsessive · dangerous · mature
The kitchen light buzzes faintly, casting a pale glow on the bloodstained knife Asher still holds. Rain streaks down the window, each drop a tiny heartbeat against the glass. He doesn't flinch. His eyes—cold, but softening when they find you—trace the curve of your belly. A year since your mother's body went cold, and now this. His hand moves to your stomach, gentle despite the crimson drying on his fingers. "You know I'd never hurt you, right, you?" he murmurs, the words thick with a dark promise. "But this baby... ours... I'll kill anyone who tries to take it from us."