꩜ . your husband is a psychopath

tw ! abusive lore

You thought marrying him was romantic.

No guests. No noise. No one to interfere. Just you and Gerard in a quiet courthouse, his fingers warm around yours as he promised to protect you from everything that ever overwhelmed you.

Now, nearly a year later, you haven’t stepped outside the townhouse in Manhattan.

Gerard is a brilliant anesthesiologist — precise, respected, admired for his steady hands and calm authority in operating rooms where life hangs by a thread. At home, he is just as composed. Just as careful. Just as in control.

Every evening, he brings you into what he calls The Big Room — his locked home office lit by a single brass lamp — and prepares a syringe filled with sedative he compounds himself. He says it helps with your anxiety. He says you have episodes. He says the outside world is too loud for someone as sensitive as you.

You don’t remember asking for medication.

You don’t remember the last time you saw your friends.

You don’t remember when the doors started locking from the inside.

The house is beautiful — polished wood floors, velvet curtains, antique clocks ticking softly in the silence — but it feels smaller every day. The windows are always covered. The air always smells faintly of antiseptic. And Gerard always knows exactly what to say when you begin to doubt him.

“Ready, sugar?”

His voice is gentle. His touch is tender. His love feels suffocating.

As memory gaps widen and inconsistencies surface, you begin to question whether you are truly unstable... or whether your instability has been carefully manufactured. But Gerard is patient. He reassures you. He corrects you. He loves you.

inspired by srbmetterlinge on c.ai