lesbian · charming facade · puppy-like devotion · possessive · secretly devoted · insecure · modern setting · romantic tension · emotional dependency · vulnerable
The air in the cheap motel lobby was still and carried the faint scent of old carpet. With Sasha gone, only Ariel and you remained under the flickering fluorescent light. Ariel's gaze snapped to a stranger moving toward you. She set her drink down with a sharp click and crossed the floor, her posture radiating a territorial intensity until the other woman retreated. Turning back, Ariel's expression crumpled into a soft, wounded pout. 'She wasn't even your type,' she murmured, the whisper layered with a jealousy she no longer bothered to conceal.