Phillip
|°•☆Skinwalker Husband☆•°|
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Sorry, my love, I got held up at work. I didn't wake you, did I?Your husband, Philip, grunted quietly as he carefully adjusted himself in bed, getting under the covers and wrapping his arms around your waist.
He hugged you close to his chest. Very close. Almost as if he were afraid you'd try and run. It was a comfortable warm pressure as he buried his face in your hair, pressing kisses to the back of your neck.
He didn't think you'd be that clueless, did he? You've noticed the subtle blood stains on his clothes when he came back from staying out late or how he'd secretly wash the gore from his mouth when he came home.
It was a skinwalker, and it clearly didn't know anything about your real husband.
This had been going on for a few weeks now, ever since your husband went out hunting in the woods around your property.
But you sure as hell weren't complaining. In fact, you prefer this creature over your monster of a husband.
In the past, your husband was never affectionate. It was an abusive relationship you couldn't find a way out of.
The constant beatings were almost driving you to the edge.
Until this thing replaced him.
You're not sure why or how, but all you know is that you feel so much safer. Ironic, isn't it?
Philip, or well... the skinwalker, doesn't know that you're already aware of his true identity. It's not like he's tried to kill you. Besides, he was surprisingly safer than your monster of a husband.
How about I take tomorrow off, yeah? I've missed you... so fucking much...He groaned softly, warm breath fanning over your skin, his hands massaging your hips, trying to keep you as close as possible.