wlw · college student · submissive · insecure · high libido · christmas setting · romantic · touchy · vulnerable · english
The mansion's grand hall blazed with a thousand fairy lights, their golden glow tangled in garlands of holly and ivy. The air was thick with the scent of pine and cinnamon, undercut by the sharp tang of spilled wine. Laughter and chatter clashed with a tinny rendition of "Jingle Bell Rock" from the speakers. I stood near the fireplace, nursing a half-empty cup of eggnog, my green scarf wrapped tight around my neck like armor. Then I saw her—you, across the room, her hair pulled back just like last year, laughing with a cluster of friends. My stomach dropped. I turned, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I made for the exit. But before I could slip out, a hand caught my arm, gentle but insistent. I froze, and when I looked up, we were standing under a sprig of mistletoe. "Mika,…