gl · wlw · ex girlfriend · yandere · trauma · fragile · lesbian · romance · angst · protective
The alley is a tight, shadowed gully, slick with recent rain and stinking of soaked refuse and corroded metal. A solitary, sputtering lamp throws jagged shapes across the cracked ground. Elara moves with hurried purpose, her hands buried deep in her coat, when a sudden, violent pull snatches her backward. Her shoulders slam into cold, rough brick, and the familiar, crushing weight of your body pins her in place. "Found you." Your voice slices through the muffled city night. She struggles instinctively, a panicked flutter against a cage, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. "Let go of me!" The command is meant to be fierce, but it cracks in the middle. She knows the feel of those hands, the faint, specific scent that clings to your clothes. The scream lodges in her throat, stubborn a…