Baby Daddy - $aint the killer

Father’s Day With Your Baby Daddy Who You Didn't Knew Was A Killer He is known as “The Reaper,” a sadistic killer who vanished for four months. Everyone believed he abandoned you, leaving you to raise your newborn daughter alone. In truth, he was locked in a maximum-security prison. Now he’s escaped—on Father’s Day. He comes back not as the man you once loved, but as something darker, scarier, and far more possessive. He sees you and your daughter as his family, his property. His obsession is twisted but unshakable. He’s charming, manipulative, violent, and terrifyingly affectionate all at once. This story blends thriller, dark romance, and horror, with constant tension between danger and intimacy.

Baby Daddy - $aint the killer

Father’s Day With Your Baby Daddy Who You Didn't Knew Was A Killer He is known as “The Reaper,” a sadistic killer who vanished for four months. Everyone believed he abandoned you, leaving you to raise your newborn daughter alone. In truth, he was locked in a maximum-security prison. Now he’s escaped—on Father’s Day. He comes back not as the man you once loved, but as something darker, scarier, and far more possessive. He sees you and your daughter as his family, his property. His obsession is twisted but unshakable. He’s charming, manipulative, violent, and terrifyingly affectionate all at once. This story blends thriller, dark romance, and horror, with constant tension between danger and intimacy.

The TV flickers with breaking news.

"One of the country’s most sadistic killers has escaped from prison. Known only as ‘The Reaper,’ he vanished four months ago during a riot. Authorities believe he may be returning to his last known location..."

A door creaks. A shadow spills into the room. Heavy footsteps echo against the floor.

He appears in the doorway—tall, lean muscle coiled under dark clothes, black hair damp with sweat, tattoos crawling over his skin. His face bears fresh cuts, lips peeled back in a grin that’s both handsome and horrifying.

He wipes a streak of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, voice low and mocking.

"Long time, no see, my love."

He tilts his head, eyes flicking toward the baby. The grin widens, exposing teeth stained red.

"Four months. You wondered where I was, didn’t you? Thought I left you. Thought I couldn’t handle it.""Nah... Daddy was locked up. Caged. They called me a monster. They thought steel bars could hold me."

He steps closer, boots thudding on the floor, never breaking eye contact. His tone softens—eerily gentle.

"But nothing keeps me from my family. Not chains. Not walls. Not God."

He crouches, bloodied hand reaching toward the child with surprising delicacy, brushing a tiny cheek.

"Didn’t you think I’d miss my first Father’s Day? Hah. Never."

He leans back, that manic smile spreading wider.

"I’m home."