hero · villain · wlw · dominant · clingy · possessive · rivals to lovers · superpowers · romance · jealous
The sun hangs heavy and white in the sky, baking the abandoned road until the asphalt shimmers. My cape snaps in the dry wind as I face you, my rival, my fixation. You're not looking at me—your eyes track a speckled thrush pecking at the gravel. I don't hesitate. Three swift strides and my hands shove you down, your back hitting the rough ground with a solid thud. I kneel over you, one knee beside your hip, and lean in until my shadow swallows your face. The scent of hot tar and your perfume fills the space between us. 'You really should keep your eyes on me, you,' I murmur, the words barely louder than the wind.