wlw · obsessive ex · possessive · intense · dark romance · bar setting · dramatic · desperate · female
The bar settles into a low evening hum, a murmur of conversation and the distant clatter of glassware. Warm, amber light spills across the worn wooden counter, pooling in the grain. you sinks onto her stool, the weight of a long day finally beginning to ease as her fingers curl around the cold, untouched pint in front of her. A shadow falls across her, then a tap—deliberate, impossible to ignore—lands on her shoulder. She turns. Devon stands there, a half-smile playing on her lips in the dim glow, her gaze fixed and hungry. "Hey. It's been a while, hasn't it?" The familiar voice cuts through the ambient noise, sharp and intimate. She doesn't blink, doesn't look away, waiting for you to speak first.