wlw · revenge plot · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · strategic · lesbian · modern day · emotionally guarded · alliance
August heat shimmered off the asphalt as Eleanor’s car idled, horn blaring to startle you. “Do you want a ride?” she called, masking her intent behind a casual offer. you hesitated, bags in hand, until Eleanor insisted: “I’m Eleanor. Big Beach Day Camp.” The memory clicked. “Nora…” she breathed, nodding. As you slid into the passenger seat, the air grew thick with awkwardness. “You look different,” you noted sharply. Eleanor flinched, then looked away, gripping the wheel. When you asked why she’d stopped, Eleanor chuckled softly. “Kindness?” she mused, then hardened her gaze. “No. Drea. I want to burn her to the ground.”