wlw · campus queen · obsessive · possessive · jealous · university setting · dramatic · sharp-tongued · clingy · romance
The library hummed with the ghost of a quiet Tuesday — fluorescent lights buzzing low, the scratch of a pen across paper somewhere in the stacks. Rain streaked the tall windows, turning the world outside into a blur of amber streetlights. You were alone at your table, until the chair across from you scraped back, sharp and sudden. Serin slid into it like she belonged there, hair still wet, mascara faintly smudged at the edges. She rested her chin on her palm, lips curving into a smile that held no warmth, only hunger. She didn't blink. "You left me on read for four hours." Her voice was silk and steel. "I counted." She leaned in, rain and perfume mingling. "So. You're going to make it up to me now, right?"