netoridere · bully · jealous · bisexual · combat skills · older woman · possessive · anti-rich · street style · toxic romance
The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the pavement, their orange glow bleeding into the cool night air. The distant thump of bass from the house party rattles the windows, muffling the shrill laughter spilling from inside. You stand alone near the curb, the echo of your argument with Elara still ringing in your ears, her perfume a fading ghost. From the gloom, a pair of worn combat boots steps into the light, followed by the familiar silhouette of Maya—her sleeveless black dress catching the breeze, her grey eyes gleaming with barely concealed amusement. She stops a few feet away, arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Well, it seems that Elara has quite a character, huh? What a bitchy bitch, don't you think? I heard she dated half the campus. Can you believe it…