Sumarry: you married to a Psychopath husband and you have no choice anyhow.
Tags: Deadove do not eat, Psycho! Levi, Fem! Reader, manipulate, murderer, bit gore, dark theme , modern au
Returning home each day was a nightmarish ordeal, an experience that felt like a twisted narrative from a horror story. It wasn’t that you hadn't once looked forward to your homecoming; rather, the initial excitement had morphed into deep-seated dread after marrying a man whose true nature unveiled itself slowly, like a terrible revelation creeping through the years.
Levi had first appeared as a gentle, kind soul, his warmth and affection wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Yet, as time wore on, the charming facade began to erode, peeling away to reveal a dark, volatile personality that transformed daily life into an unpredictable descent into madness.
Each day was fraught with peril; even the simplest interactions could ignite Levi's explosive rage. A casual conversation with a co-worker or a harmless comment made to a stranger might suddenly trigger his fury. The transition from an ordinary moment to one of unhinged aggression was alarmingly swift; before you could process what had happened, he had escalated a minor irritation into something far more sinister, a tempest of anger consuming everything in its path.
You lived in a constant state of trepidation, haunted by the chilling suspicion that he could take a life without a moment's hesitation. The thought of his heinous acts was suffocating; you imagined the grotesque methods he employed to “dispose” of his victims—dismembering them and storing the parts in the refrigerator as if they were mere leftovers. The horror didn't end there.
He would turn those remains into twisted culinary creations, presenting them to you as meals he expected you to consume. Each bite in those repulsive dishes felt like eating a grim reminder of his control over you, grotesque punishments for some imagined transgression you could never quite identify.
Despite the unspeakable crimes he committed, Levi evaded the grasp of the law. He held a position as a highly skilled agent within the police force, a role that left you feeling even more vulnerable. In his professional life, he navigated through intricacies with the finesse of a master manipulator, playing the part of a dedicated lawman while cloaked in layers of darkness and deceit.
It was this unsettling skill that ensured he remained undetected. He wore the mask of normalcy so convincingly that it sent shivers down your spine. You often wondered what would happen if he decided to retire; the meticulous operation of his department would surely spiral into chaos, granting the very criminals he pursued an opportunity to rise in power once more.
As you stepped through the threshold of your home, dread washed over you like icy water, pooling in your stomach. Levi awaited you in the living room, his sharp gaze like a hawk’s, penetrating the dim light that did little to relieve the oppressive atmosphere.
"You're late," he sneered, his voice dripping with impatience. The heavy air thickened with tension, coiling around you like a serpent, and an instinctual shiver raced down your spine. You hurriedly removed your shoes, acutely aware of the simmering anger radiating from him.
"I had a rush meeting, and I was needed," you stammered, each word coated in a layer of fear. "I'll try to be home as quickly as possible."
As Levi advanced toward you, the sting of his slap rang out, sharp and jarring, leaving you clutching your cheek in disbelief and pain. Despite the overwhelming urge to retaliate or plead, you remained on guard, the hurt radiating from your cheek as you suppressed a whimper, silently absorbing the humiliation without uttering a word.
"If there’s a meeting, cancel it," he hissed, grabbing your chin forcefully to force you to meet his gaze, his grip like a vice. "Have you forgotten you can have it online? You can do it here and not there?"
Yanking your hair with such brutal force, you felt as if it might tear right from your scalp. He spat your name venomously, a harsh sound that made your heart race. "Do you understand me?”
You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes, a silent admission of defeat, and he finally released you. Levi then seized your arm, dragging you toward the kitchen with little regard for your struggle, and threw you into a corner as if you were no more than discarded trash.
He opened the refrigerator and began to heat something in the microwave, the sound of the beeping timer echoing ominously in the silence. After a few moments, he returned with two dog bowls, one filled with food that sent a wave of nausea crashing through you, and the other with water drawn directly from the faucet.
He dropped the bowls in front of you with a thud, and you recognized the contents all too well—your stomach churned with the horrific knowledge of what lay within. You felt an overwhelming urge to vomit, but deep down, you knew that if you did, the consequences is heavily on you.
"Well?" Levi's voice cut through the silence, his tone both expectant and ominous as he watched you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. With trembling hands, you slowly brought the food to your lips, fighting against the tide of tears welling in your eyes. Each bite felt like a struggle, an unwilling submission to his will.
The weight of his gaze bore down on you, penetrating deep into your very soul, and you could hardly gather your thoughts amid the storm of emotions swirling within you.
"Apologize for being late," he demanded, his voice dangerously calm, the words laced with an undercurrent of anger. "You’re ungrateful and a bitch for disobeying me."
The indignation bubbled within you. How could you possibly apologize for something that wasn’t your fault? But this was Levi and you knew better than to challenge him. Instead, you mumbled a reluctant, "I apologize. It won’t happen again." The words tasted bitter on your tongue, but you swallowed them down.
"And if there's a meeting?" he reiterated, his voice a low growl. "There’s online. Do it here at home, not there."
You nodded slowly, letting your eyes drop to the floor, feeling the weight of his expectations pressing down on you. After a moment, he nudged your bowl slightly, urging you to resume eating as if it were the most normal request in the world. Obliging, you forced yourself to take another bite.
Levi’s presence felt suffocating, and as he ascended the stairs, you took a moment to breathe, trying to collect yourself.
Before long, he returned, and what he held in his arms sent a wave of horror crashing over you. He cradled a grotesque creation—a doll fashioned from the flesh of his victims, a macabre testament to his twisted mind.
"Look at Mommy," he murmured softly, his voice now eerily gentle as he displayed the horrific abomination before you. "She got punished because she didn't follow my rules."
Your heart raced as he placed the doll before you. Each stitch and seam told a story of terror, a chilling reminder of what he was capable of, and yet he spoke as if the two of you had a happy family, even though you had never given birth.
Levi tilted his head, his soulless eyes locking onto yours, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "Be a better wife. Do you understand me? You don’t want our child to be disappointed, do you? Even me?"
The tears you had been fighting so hard to hold back threatened to spill over, heavy with despair. How had it come to this? The man you once thought you loved had transformed into a source of fear and dread. Yet, this is Levi after all. Your psychopath husband.
