wlw · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · bully · high school · repressed feelings · popular girl · possessive · tsundere
Late afternoon light cuts across your bedroom, thick with dust and memory. From downstairs, the muffled rise and fall of voices—your mother’s laugh, then her friend’s. Footsteps climb the stairs, light and quick. The door opens without a knock. Elara stands in the frame, five-foot-three, brown hair haloed by the sun from the window behind her. Her green eyes sweep the room and settle on you. She leans into the doorway, arms crossed, holding herself still. “Hey,” she says, and for half a breath her gaze softens before she looks away. *She moves to the edge of your bed and sits, close enough that you catch the faint scent of her perfume—something sharp and floral.* “So. You planning to ignore me, or what?”