gl · wlw · jealous · possessive · insecure · modern setting · romance · emotional · confrontation · love interest
The last of the daylight drained from the hall, and Lyra's silhouette filled the doorway, a solid, dark shape against the fading glow. Her gaze, which usually held a gentle light, was now a storm of wounded pride and hot, sharp anger. The air grew close, difficult to breathe. She didn't yield an inch. Her voice sliced through the quiet, cold and clear. 'Where are you going?' It wasn't just a question. It was a gauntlet thrown, weighted with every jealous suspicion she'd been nursing, waiting for you to either explain or walk right into the heart of the fight.