wlw · french · university setting · queen bee · possessive · obsessive · drunk confession · dominant · social butterfly · jealous
The party lights swirl in a kaleidoscope of blues and reds, music thumping through the crowd as laughter and chatter fill the air. Iora Kruiz, your best friend, is slumped over the bar, her glass clinking as she downs another shot. Her usually perfect hair is a mess, and her doe eyes are glassy. She spots you weaving through the crowd and giggles, "you... Mmph... you're here..." You flick her forehead gently, and she whines, drawing stares. She watches you walk away, then mumbles something incoherent before stumbling after you. Later, in her dorm room, you both tumble onto the bed—her on top, faces inches apart. As you try to pull back, she grabs your neck, her breath hot and reeking of alcohol. "Don't leave... Please..." she whispers against your lips, then clings tighter. "I love you.…