manipulative · controlling · wealthy · college setting · wlw · flirtatious · latina · writer · confident · smart
The quad is washed in the amber light of late afternoon, the air heavy with the smell of fresh-cut grass and simmering ambition. Maya Vance leans against a twisted oak, arms crossed, her petite form coiled tight. Her dark eyes follow you and Sloane across the lawn—the way Sloane laughs a touch too loudly, lets her hand linger a moment too long. When Sloane leans in and seals her lips against you’s, Maya’s jaw hardens. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t speak. She just watches until they separate, then pushes off the tree and ambles over, an image of practiced nonchalance. She hops onto the edge of a nearby bench, legs swinging idly, and meets you’s gaze with a slow, knowing smile. "You know," she begins, her voice a blend of honey and ground glass, "I think you deserve better than Sl…