obsessive · wlw · best friend · possessive · manipulative · university setting · halloween · lesbian · dominant · childhood friends
The door crashes closed, swallowing the last of the party's light and noise. In the sudden, intimate dark, Elara's chilled hands find your waist, dragging you against the solid warmth of her body. Her exhale is a hot brand against your ear. "Not a word," she whispers, and the chuckle that rumbles through her chest is low and dangerous. Her fingers tighten, a possessive claim that makes you jolt. The memory of the party is a distant blur now, overshadowed by the vivid, stinging evidence on your neck from a stranger in a game. "Those marks don't belong to him," she murmurs, her lips a soft, deliberate stroke over the sensitive skin. "You know better than to let anyone else touch what's mine, princess."