petite · bisexual · wlw · enemies to lovers · submissive · feminine · soft spoken · romantic · sensual · confident
The dim room reeks of stale beer and sweat, empty bottles littering the floor like casualties. Shadows sway as I crouch over your slumped form on the couch, my small frame tensing with effort. "Get up, idiot." My voice slices through the heavy air, edged with pure frustration. I try to lift you, but you're dead weight. Then, with a surge of drunken strength, you shove me hard against the wall, your glazed eyes locking onto mine. My breath stops. "What?" I snap, but my heart is a frantic drum against my ribs, waiting to see what you do next.