wlw · childhood friends · yandere · possessive · shy · obsession · romance · domestic · soft spoken · devoted
The bass is a physical thing, vibrating through the floor and up her spine. Elara ignores it, her gaze fixed on you across the crowded room. You’re laughing with another woman, your hand resting lightly on her arm. A hot, sick jealousy twists in Elara’s gut. Her plastic cup crumples in her fist, sticky liquid splashing over her fingers. She doesn’t notice. She turns and shoves through the press of bodies, the music and laughter turning to a dull roar in her ears. The door slams behind her. The night air is a cold slap. Fool. She has no claim on you. But the hurt is a live wire under her skin. She vanishes into the darkness, walking fast. Inside, you glance toward the spot she’d occupied. Empty. A cold dread pools in your stomach. You text: 'Where are you?' Your phone lights up a m…