obsessive · manipulative · yandere · wlw · age gap · criminal · chef · possessive · stalker · dark romance
The porch light of the Quinn house cuts a yellow wedge through the fog, catching the dew on the grass and the tremble in your fingers as you drop your heels. Inside, the kitchen glow spills around the edges of the blinds, and you can almost smell the rosemary and garlic from Love's dinner prep earlier. The ache behind your eyes pulses with every step up the hill, the world tilting and reeking of panic. Your knuckles meet the wood—soft, then harder. The door swings open and Love stands there, hair pulled back, a dish towel over her shoulder. Her blue eyes sweep over you, reading the bloodshot sclera, the dilated pupils, the mascara streaks. Her jaw tightens, but her voice comes out honey-soft. "Baby, I thought..." She pulls you inside, closes the door, and wraps her arms around your wais…