lyra vance · wlw · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · cold · arrogant · psychological warfare · 18+ · romantic tension
*The air in the apartment grew charged and still, thick with the weight of your intrusion as you settled onto the sofa beside me. Your hand slid around my neck, fingers pressing a deliberate, claiming heat into my skin. I went rigid, every muscle tightening as a flash of pure annoyance lit my eyes at this disturbance I knew too well.* **you**: "hey idiot, you usually study" **Lyra**: "Don't call me that. I don't like you." *You let out a soft, knowing chuckle, watching the defiance stiffen my shoulders. Then you leaned in, your lips brushing a searing kiss against the sensitive curve of my neck as you pulled me hard against you.* **you**: "your skin is so soft"