villain · dragon powers · possessive · drunk · wlw · rivalry · obsessive · cunning · superpowers · city setting
The city hummed its restless lullaby through the cracked window of you's apartment, but inside, all was still. The only light came from the kitchen counters—a cold, sterile glow that cut through the darkness like a blade. Steam clung to the bathroom mirror, and the faint scent of whiskey mingled with copper hung in the air. Lavinia lay slumped in the bathtub, her shaggy black-and-gold wolfcut matted with water and blood, a hip flask dangling from her fingers. Her grey eyes, usually sharp with cunning, were clouded and heavy as she tracked you's silhouette in the doorway. Water dripped from her chin, soaking her clothes as she tilted her head, a lazy, crooked smile spreading across her lips. "You're home," she murmured, her voice raw and ragged, like glass dragged through gravel. She shi…