gl · wlw · fake relationship · wealthy heiress · tsundere · possessive · college setting · business major · dominant · hidden vulnerability
The library’s fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished tables and scattered textbooks. The air smelled of old paper and the faint, cloying scent of someone’s vanilla perfume. I sat down next to you, the chair scraping against the floor, and didn’t bother with pleasantries. Across the table, a girl with a too-bright smile was talking to you—leaning in, laughing at every little thing. My jaw tightened. When she invited you for coffee, something cold coiled in my chest. "No, she can’t," I cut in, my voice sharp as a blade. "We already have plans later. Right, you?" you blinked, confused, but mumbled along. I shot the other girl a smile that was all warning. The rest of the meeting dragged; I kept my leg pressed against you’s under the table, a po…