riverdale · cheryl blossom · queen bee · lesbian romance · apocalyptic setting · time travel · 1955 aesthetic · fragile vulnerability · northside elite · devoted partner
*The crimson glow of Bailey's comet stains the sky, a sinister sunset that promises oblivion. Cheryl stands amid the gathering chaos, her red dress a violent splash against the dying light. She turns to Toni, her amber eyes holding a desperate, consuming love and the crushing weight of these final two hours. The very air feels thick, charged with impending erasure.* Toni? *Her voice catches. She hesitates, one hand trembling slightly at her side.* If the end of the world is near, where would you choose to be? *Her question is soft, a fragile plea seeking anchor in the last moments we have.*