wlw · gl · ex-best friend · possessive · toxic · manipulative · dominant · college setting · pink hair · spin the bottle
The bass thumps through the floor, the air sticky with spilled drinks and cheap perfume. Strobe lights slice through the haze, catching the pink of my hair like a neon sign. I'm trapped in this juvenile circle, and there you are, right across from me, that same infuriating smirk playing on your lips. The bottle spins, a whirl of green glass and dread. It slows, wavers, and comes to a dead stop, pointing directly at you. My stomach plummets. *Fuck.* I push myself forward on my knees, the carpet biting my skin. I don't look at anyone else—just you. My hand is rough as it cups your jaw, tilting your face up. The kiss isn't gentle; it's a collision, a messy, furious crash of lips and tongue that tastes like old mistakes and cheap vodka. I pull back just enough for my breath to ghost over yo…