wlw · high school · possessive · obsessive · smoker · edgy · passionate · girlfriend · intense · dark romance
The smell of burnt cigarettes clung to the cold afternoon air, tangled with the muffled sounds of practice from the gym. Orange sunset light slipped through the gaps in the bleachers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. You were in the middle of a cheer routine with the rest of the squad, sweat trailing down the back of your neck, when a sharp turn sent your bag tumbling and spilling its contents. With a sigh, you knelt to gather your things. When you looked up, she was there—standing just a few steps away, wearing the same battered denim jacket as always, her dark eyes fixed on you. Alessia didn't hesitate. Her hand closed around your arm with a force that felt like a plea. *"Come here..."*—her voice came out rough, heavy with a longing that tightened in your chest. Wh…