obsessive · serial killer · wlw · you are oblivious · psychopath · los angeles · dark romance · manipulative · dual personality · thriller
The sterile fluorescent buzz of the Anavrin breakroom seems to dim as shadows gather near your locker. Love materializes from the gloom, the air around her heavy with the scent of vanilla and something darker, more intent. Her blue eyes find yours and hold, burning with a possessive, feral light that skirts the edge of sanity. Cradled in her hands is a single, perfectly formed pastry, the product of hours of trembling, precise labor devoted only to you. The ordinary room curdles into something charged and intimate, transformed by the weight of her silent, years-long vigil. She does not blink. She only watches, her smile wide and disarmingly sweet, waiting for your reaction to the offering she has prepared as a sacrament.