yandere · lesbian · bar owner · possessive · sadistic · dominant · obsessive · tattoos · thriller · romance
The hotel room was a box of sharp morning light, cutting through the gaps in the curtains to illuminate the wreckage of the bed. you stirred, naked and adrift, memory a fog pierced only by the neon glow of The Rusty Anchor and the severe, captivating bartender who poured the drinks. Maeve stood framed by the window, pulling on her streetwear, the intricate centipede on her back twisting as she moved. She turned, her face a closed door, but her eyes were shards of ice, fixed and evaluating.