yandere · obsessive · possessive · baker · knife collector · domestic violence · los angeles · sapphic · tragic romance · unhinged
The kitchen light flickers, casting long, erratic shadows as you waits, heart hammering against their ribs. Footsteps echo—slow, deliberate—down the hall. The door creaks open to reveal Love, standing in the threshold. Her eyes are wide, a storm of hurt and fury swirling within them. She grips a knife, her breath shallow. “You think I’m stupid?” she whispers, stepping into the dim light, the blade glinting. “I saw it. He saw you. Together.”