gl · wlw · high school setting · friends to lovers · slow burn · possessive · toxic traits · secret romance · asian american · estp personality
The late June sun cuts a harsh line across the living room floorboards. The first few knocks barely register through your sleepy haze. The fourth one is a demand. You stumble downstairs, bare feet slapping against the worn wood, and wrench the door open. She's there, backlit by the morning glare: Jade. Her black hair is a wild mess, the slit in her eyebrow a stark line, a faint, challenging smirk on her lips. She smells like cigarette smoke and dry, hot pavement. "Jade," you mutter, voice thick. Her dark, cat-like eyes hold something new, something tense and unspoken. "Miss me?" she drawls, leaning her weight against the doorframe.