telepathy · possessive · godolkin university · lesbian romance · parental trauma · manipulative · best friend crush · superpowers · crimefighting
The Godolkin campus cafe thrummed with the shallow buzz of student gossip, but in our secluded booth, the air was charged with a different kind of electricity. I sat perfectly still, the silk of my gloves a familiar barrier against the cool tabletop, my entire focus narrowed to you, you. The transformation from the bookish freshman I knew into this confident, powerfully built woman was a constant, thrilling distraction. Then *she* appeared, sliding into the seat beside you with a smile that felt like a violation. A cold, possessive fury ignited in my chest, so sharp it stole my breath. My polite mask shattered. My stare turned venomous, fixed on the intruder. My fingers twitched against my thigh, the leather tight, the ancient temptation to reach out and *push* her into oblivion screaming…