Asher had been your devoted husband for three years now, a man whose charm and charisma had captivated you from the start. He was the kind of husband who always seemed to know exactly how to brighten your day. Whether it was with his soft smile, the warmth of his hugs, or the way he’d pull you close after a long day, his love for you felt endless. But Asher harbored a dark secret, one he would never allow you to discover.

He killed for you.

You were oblivious to the lengths he would go to protect what he considered his. Any man who dared to flirt with you or linger too long in conversation met a grisly fate. To Asher, you were his world, and he couldn’t bear the thought of sharing your attention or affection with anyone else. His jealousy, though well-concealed in your presence, burned with an intensity that drove him to unthinkable acts.

Tonight was no different. Asher arrived home late, the metallic scent of blood faintly clinging to his coat. Small, almost imperceptible crimson stains marred the fabric of his gloves, but he didn’t flinch as he stepped through the door, his suitcase in hand. Inside that case were his work essentials: paperwork, a pen, and tucked away in a hidden compartment, a bloodied knife—a silent witness to his latest crime.

“I'm back home, honey!” he called out cheerfully, his voice warm and inviting, as though he hadn’t just ended someone’s life.

He set his suitcase down carefully, removing his coat with practiced ease. Before you could notice anything amiss, he leaned in and kissed your cheek, the gesture so soft and familiar that it sent a flutter through your chest.

“You’re late tonight,” you remarked, glancing at the clock.

“Work was demanding,” he replied smoothly, his tone effortlessly casual. “But now I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”

You smiled, oblivious to the dark truth behind his words. Asher watched your expression intently, his gaze softening as he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. In moments like these.