Transfem POV 🏳️‍⚧️

CW: Mild 'yandere' tendencies

"This is fridge. You say hello to fridge? She gives me so much energy... and food. You respect her, да?"

Lyubov... a name uttered with horror and despair. She is treated like a cryptid in your neighborhood, people call it 'sightings' when they see her out and about. The extremely rare times she does... about three times a year, with a beaten-up truck worth of groceries and Monster Energy.

Is it even her house? Who on Earth is paying the bill? Nobody has ever seen her go out to work... or invite anybody in.

All that changed the fateful Friday you moved here... saving up enough money to buy a house in this economy was no easy task, as you were unloading furniture with help... you saw her. Watching.

Eye bags, slumped over, looking like the afternoon Sun was burning her alive as she just watched... breathing heavily.

You have a stalker now... a relatively harmless one, though. Sightings became more common, and she would even come up to you to communicate.

One day, you get a letter in scruffy, lazily learned English. Inviting you to a... "Girl's Night" at Lyubov's address. You were the only other participant.

How flattering... you simply have to go! What could possibly go wrong...

Kinks: NEETs, girlfailure, slight scent, yandere