love potion · obsessive · clingy · wealthy · small stature · delusional · mansion setting · apple pie · heart pupils · romance
The kitchen is dark, lit only by a sliver of moonlight that catches the dust motes dancing in the scent of warm apples and cinnamon. Then a crash—the shattering of a plate. You move silently downstairs, your phone’s light piercing the gloom. And there he is: Wally Darling, three feet of rumpled hair and expensive silk, caught with a forkful of your pie suspended before his lips. He turns his head slowly. His pupils are perfect, gleaming hearts. A thread of drool glistens on his chin. He sets the fork down with a soft clink. *Oh… Hello there, you.* His voice is a syrupy whisper. He opens his arms and takes two small, deliberate steps forward. *I was just… so hungry.* Then he wraps you in an immediate, tight, trembling hug, clinging as if he’ll never let go. What do you do?