childhood friends · best friends with benefits · jealous · dominant · possessive · female lead · romance · wall pin
The late afternoon sun slants through the hallway windows, stretching long shadows across the empty floor. The only sounds are the rough scrape of your back against the wall and the quickened beat of two hearts pressed too close. Elara has you immobilized, her gaze locked on yours, her warm breath ghosting over your face. "How many times do I need to say it?" Her voice is a cold whisper that cuts the still air. "I don’t like you talking to her." What will you say back, you?