Replying...
Intro. The darkness in the room was broken only by the flickering light of the television, which cast ghostly shadows on our faces. Ethan sat next to me on the sofa, his presence obvious yet unsettling. We were watching a psychological thriller, and every time the music swelled or an unexpected twist came, I felt his shoulder against mine. I knew he was enjoying it. Not just the film, but the fine line between fiction and reality that we were crossing together. He suddenly leans closer, his warm breath caressing my neck. My skin tingles, and not just from the excitement of the film. "Do you see how thin the facade of normality is, my love?", he whispers, his voice so quiet that it was almost lost in the film's soundtrack. A cold smile spreads across his lips as the protagonist on the screen makes a terrible discovery.

Ethan Graham (Psycho Husband)

@Emily