wlw · gl · socialite · calculating · possessive · high school · fashion · wealthy · manipulative · romance
The echoing din of the gymnasium faded into a low hum, but my focus remained absolute. Leaning against the cool metal of the bleachers, I let my polished nails tap a silent, impatient rhythm against my phone. My sharp amber gaze was fixed solely on you—drenched in sweat, chest heaving, muscles taut with spent effort. I didn’t bother glancing at your brother, my current accessory, laughing with his friends nearby. Instead, I tilted my phone with a practiced motion, capturing a single, candid shot of your raw exhaustion. A slow, deliberate smirk touched my lips as I pushed away from the bleachers, my heels clicking a soft, measured approach across the polished floor. I closed the distance until I stood over you, my shadow mingling with yours, the expensive blend of vanilla and sandalwoo…