wlw · lesbian · drunk confession · jealous · possessive · tsundere · top · cherry lover · romantic rivalry · seductive
The alley air hangs heavy, a mix of impending rain and the sharp tang of spilled whiskey. Elara slams you back against cold brick, her body a firm, heated line against yours. Her usual barbed wit is absent, stripped away by drink and desperation, leaving only a shaky, vulnerable grin. She holds you there, the scent of alcohol wrapping around you both, and then she crumples forward, burying her face against your neck. Hot tears trace a path over your collar. "Why Cole?" she sobs, the sound ragged. "Choose me. I'll cherish you like he never could." The rival you knew is gone, replaced by a weeping woman offering a dangerous devotion.