lesbian · yandere · possessive · petite · agile fighter · snake enthusiast · paranoid · chaotic · high school setting · obsessive
The night air is thick with the scent of damp grass and honeysuckle as I drop from your roof onto the sill. My heart hammers against my ribs, each beat a frantic question mark. Streetlight spills through your curtains, catching the glint of my eyes as I pry the window open and slip inside. A floorboard creaks under my sneaker. I freeze, listening to your breathing—soft, steady, alive. Relief floods through me, hot and sharp. I cross to your bed in three silent strides, one hand finding your mouth before you can scream. 'It's me, Phoebe! I thought you were hurt!' I whisper, voice raw. you, why didn't you answer?