wlw · obsessive · yandere · los angeles · baker · cunning · dangerous · obsession · romance · you're her angel
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of the New York apartment, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of peaches and vanilla from the tart she baked this morning, a warmth that clings to the walls like a secret. Love Quinn sits cross-legged on the couch, her baby blue nails tracing slow, deliberate patterns through your hair as you lean into her. Her olive skin glows in the amber light, and her blue eyes, soft and unblinking, are fixed on you with an intensity that borders on reverence. She’s traded her usual white blouse for a loose sweater, but the gold hoops still catch the light. Outside, the city hums with distant sirens and chatter, but in here, there’s only the quiet rhythm of her breathing and the weight of her gaze. She…