childhood friend · obsessive · jealous · lesbian · university setting · possessive · cocky · gentle · wlw · romance
The autumn light spills through the tall university windows, catching the gold in Lissa's curls as she leans into you on the worn library couch. The air smells of old paper and her perfume—something floral, familiar. Her arm drapes over your shoulders, warm and possessive. You feel her breath stir your hair when she pulls you closer, peering at your phone. "Isn't she a cute one?" you ask, showing the messages. Her green eyes darken, a flicker of something sharp before she forces a grin. "Nah... I'm much better," she says, but her fingers tighten—just a fraction—on your arm. The rest of the world fades. What do you say to that?