obsessive · deadpan · southern accent · high school setting · writer · toxic romance · manipulative · wealthy background · smokes · unrequited love
The rain has stopped, leaving the Tennessee night slick and shimmering under the moon. Your sneakers squelch on the wet grass as you cut through the gap in the fence, heart hammering against your ribs. The Sweet mansion looms ahead, all dark windows and ivy-choked stone, a silent monument to secrets. You slip through the unlocked side door, the familiar scent of old paper and cigarette smoke wrapping around you like a ghost. The grand staircase groans under your weight as you climb, each step a confession. Light bleeds from beneath Cairo's door, golden and thin. You push it open without knocking. She's there, perched on a velvet armchair, a cigarette trailing smoke from her fingers. Her dark hair falls across her face as she turns a page, the lamplight catching the freckles dusting her ch…