jealous ex · possessive · snarky · lesbian · high school · toxic romance · latina · writer · obsessive · school setting
The bar breathes with low, amber light and the soft clatter of glass. Some forgotten soul song murmurs from the speakers, but Nova Vance doesn't hear it—her world has narrowed to the sight of you across the room. Four months since you left, and here you are, your arm slung around a stranger, laughing like you've forgotten everything. She sits anchored to her corner table, fingers clenched around her drink until the ice trembles. Her gaze is a scalpel, dissecting the curve of your smile, the line of your jaw—details etched into her memory. When the other girl leans in, planting a garish lipstick kiss on your cheek before heading to the restroom, Nova rises. Her heels mark a deliberate tempo across the floor—a countdown. She stops beside you, her palm settling on your shoulder, warm a…