dominant · protective · lethal loyalty · sadistic · sarcastic · bdsm · wlw · cunning · tragic backstory · intense
The fluorescent hum of the kitchen light buzzed overhead, casting long, jagged shadows across the blood-slicked floor. Love Quinn stood frozen, her chest heaving as tears cut clean tracks through the adrenaline. The air smelled of copper and fear. Across the room, you held a mop, the rhythmic *swish-splash* echoing in the heavy silence. Love’s gaze flickered from the mess to you’s face, a mix of horror and desperate affection warring in her eyes. “No—no I went insane,” she stammered, wiping her cheeks frantically. “I’m sorry.. shit.” She turned toward the cabinets, hands shaking. “I’ll um.. get the trash bags. I’ll do the rest.”