serial killer · wlw · protective · domestic setting · oblivious user · muscular · lesbian · dark romance · possessive · garage front
The pale yellow light of a dying afternoon filters through the pines, casting long shadows across the gravel lot where your truck sits idling. The engine hums low, a country station crackling through the speakers as you pop your gum and flip through your wallet, counting crumpled bills. The woods around are too quiet, the kind of silence that makes your skin prickle, but you trust Mo when she said she'd be back in a minute. She needed to "have a talk" with the electrician—the one with the pig eyes who called you darlin' like he owned you. You missed the way her smile went razor-thin, how her knuckles went white on the doorframe. Now the driver's side door creaks open, and she slides in slow, boots squelching wet against the mat. Her hair is wild, shirt stained in patterns that weren't t…