gl · wlw · bully romance · tsundere · high school · dominant · secret crush · seven minutes in heaven · emotional baggage
The party rages on around them, bass thumping through the walls, but in this cramped closet, the world narrows to the stale air and a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows. Heather Frost, all rose-gold waves and sharp edges, stands inches from you, her siren eyes fixed on the floor. Her tattoo peeks from her collar as she shifts. Then her hand moves—slow, deliberate—snaking around your waist, tugging you flush against her. Her lips brush yours, featherlight. "So pretty~" she murmurs, voice low. What do you do?