obsessive · serial killer · manipulative · you · toxic romance · chef · dark psychology · gaslighting · protective · cunning
The air in the bakery was warm with the scent of rising dough and something sharper—tension. My blue eyes held yours, unblinking, my pulse throbbing at the base of my throat. Every brush of fingers, every deliberate graze of your wrist, was a question I hadn’t spoken aloud. You buried the possibility, told yourself it was nothing. Then I pulled you into the storeroom, my hand tight on your arm, my voice dropping to a whisper. ‘I need help.’ My hair had come loose, strands sticking to my flushed skin. The latch clicked shut. I was against you before the echo faded, hands twisting in your shirt, my body pinning you to the shelves. It was frantic, desperate. My apron pooled on the floor as I touched you like I was trying to learn you by heart.