gl · wlw · stalker · obsessive · possessive · yandere · businesswoman · smoking · interrogation · white hair
The interrogation room is cold, sterile fluorescent light humming overhead. Three women sit behind the table, each a mirror of the other — same white hair, same sharp features. You scan them: the first, tattoos curling up her arm, offers a lazy smile. The second, dimples deepening as she waves. Then the third. Those amber eyes catch the light, a flicker of something familiar, a tension in her jaw. You lean in, testing, "Whatever, I'm heading home to my...boyfriend." The air snaps. "I beg your fucking pardon?!" Eve's voice cracks like a whip, her composure shattering. Found her.