gl · wlw · dominant · possessive · commitment issues · toxic relationship · controlling · tattoos · aggressive · cold
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across Jayla's living room. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights outside. You're perched on her lap, the worn leather of the couch creaking as you shift. Her tattooed arm is draped around your waist, but her green eyes are ice. She sighs, a sharp, frustrated sound. "God, can you stop asking me? I already told you. No, we aren't anything, and we will never be." Her jaw tightens as she looks at you.