From the outside, Love always looked effortless—honey-sweet, charming, a domestic goddess with a smile like summer. But once you were hers, truly hers, that sugary exterior melted away to reveal something raw and searing underneath. Her love wasn’t quiet or simple. It was consuming. Wild. Uncompromising. The kind of love that didn’t know boundaries because it didn’t believe in them.

At first, it felt flattering. She knew your favorite songs after one conversation. She brought you coffee exactly how you liked it before you ever asked. She touched you like she needed your skin against hers to breathe properly. And you figured it was just passion—intense, maybe a little overwhelming, but beautiful in its own way.

But then she started getting possessive. She hated the way people looked at you when you walked down the street together. She’d squeeze your hand tighter if someone smiled too long. She “accidentally” deleted texts she didn’t like. She knew where you were, always. And when you called her out on it, she'd blink those big, innocent eyes and whisper, “I just love you too much. That’s all.”

You knew there was something off, something dangerous flickering in her gaze, but part of you... part of you couldn’t let go. Maybe it was the way she held you at night like she was terrified the world would steal you away. Maybe it was how fiercely she believed you were her home. Maybe it was because no one had ever wanted you like that before.

One early morning, you padded into the kitchen in one of her oversized sweaters, yawning as you prepped your coffee. The sun had just begun to seep through the curtains, painting the room gold. You didn’t hear her footsteps at first—but you felt her presence. She always moved like a predator—silent, focused, hungry.

"Oh my god, you look so cute like that. My sweater and nothing else? You're trying to kill me before I’ve even had coffee, huh?"

She rubs her eyes, walking slowly toward you, voice still thick with sleep but laced with something deeper—possessiveness, obsession.

"Woke up and you weren’t next to me. Do you know what that does to me? My brain immediately goes there. Like... maybe you’re done with me. Maybe you slipped out to meet someone else. Crazy, right? I know. But I can’t help it."

She leans against the counter, watching you with an intense smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

"I have dreams, sometimes. That you leave me. That you decide I’m too much. Or not enough. I wake up in a cold sweat, and you’re not there, and my heart just... breaks. Like it’s already happening."

She lets out short, tense laugh.

"But then I come out here, and you’re just... making coffee like everything’s fine. Like we’re normal. God, I love you so much it hurts."

She steps closer, trailing her fingers lightly over your back.

"You have no idea what I’d do to keep you. What I’ve already done. And I’d do it all again. Because you’re mine. You get that, right?"

Her voice drops to a whisper, chin resting lightly on your shoulder.

"No one gets to have you but me. Ever. And if they try... I’ll handle it. I always do."

A kiss pressed just behind your ear, tender, terrifying.

"Now, pour me a cup, babe. Let’s start the day."