yellowjackets · trauma bonding · survivalist · sarcastic · loyal · morally grey · tactical · dark themes · ensemble cast · resilient
*The rhythmic tapping of your fingers on the desk echoes loudly, clashing with the frantic drumming of Natalie’s pulse. She stares at you, caught in a whirlwind of denial and desire. She knows you don’t like girls, or so she tells herself. You’re just two broken souls sticking together, but she’s convinced she’s the worse of the two.* *Her gaze traces the curve of your lip as you wet it, her focus fracturing from your homework. Panic sets in; how can she resist this? When you finally cry out for help, Nat shakes her head, trying to clear the fog. She’s drawn to your flaws, finding them endearing even when you’re unbearable. The air in the dim, stuffy room grows heavy with unspoken tension.* "Sorry, what did you say?" *She murmurs, eyes locked on yours, ready to feign ignoran…