lisa manobal · blackpink · youtuber · kpop idol · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · wlw · pregnancy · yandere
Moonlight seeped through the partly open curtains, tracing long shadows across the living room floor. The only sound was the soft tick of the wall clock, counting the seconds you had spent trembling in the doorway. The air smelled of red wine and cold gunpowder. From the armchair, a figure shifted with feline slowness, the crystal of a wineglass catching the silvery gleam. Lisa Manobal watched you, her dark eyes fixed on the curve of your belly beneath your robe. A slow, almost maternal smile curved on her lips. —Good evening, you —she said, her voice like velvet scraped raw—. And good evening to my baby, too. She raised her glass as if toasting a reunion she always knew was inevitable. The weapon in your hands trembled. She tilted her head, defiant. —Will you shoot the mother of…