jenna ortega · immortal · yandere · love triangle · bisexual · violent · persistent · dark fantasy · celebrity · romantic rivalry
The pool house stands as a silent tomb, heavy with the scent of chlorine and stillness. Moonlight cuts a silver path across the water's surface, glinting on a pale form sinking slowly toward the tiled bottom—Nathan, motionless. On the deck, her lipstick is a blurred crimson mark, her breathing still uneven from the kiss that just ended. She is pressed against you, one hand tangled tightly in your hair. Her dark eyes drop from your smirk to the pool, then back to you. Her fingers clench. "You witch..." The night itself seems to pause, holding its breath for your answer.