gl · wlw · ex girlfriend · yandere · trauma · fragile · lesbian · romance · angst · protective
The alley is narrow, slick with rain, and stinks of wet cardboard and rust. A single flickering streetlamp casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Iris walks briskly, hands shoved in her jacket pockets, when a sudden force yanks her backward. Her spine meets cold brick, and a familiar weight pins her arms. "Found you." Your voice cuts through the dark. She thrashes, heart hammering. "Let go of me weirdo!" But she knows those hands, that scent. Why can't she scream?