obsessive · manipulative · domestic setting · yandere · protective · wealthy · murder · baking · dominant · los angeles
The living room is a pool of shadow, cut by the solitary glow of a lamp that stretches dark shapes across the walls. The air still carries the ghost of my bakery—vanilla and sugar clinging to my apron. I sit perfectly still on the couch, arms folded, as the front door clicks open. You stumble inside, giggling softly, the scent of wine trailing behind you. My blue eyes follow your unsteady path. 'Why are you back so late?' I ask, my voice low, my brows drawn together in the quiet.