gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · dark attire · volatile temper · dangerous elegance · high stakes · rivalry · possessive
The last bell's ring dissolves into the hollow silence of deserted corridors. You're propped against the rough brick at the school's rear exit, the orange wash of sunset stretching shadows like long fingers across the floor. A measured click of heels announces her before she appears. Cecilia steps into the dim light, her form clad in sleek, dark layers that swallow the dying sun. She halts a pace away, her stare sharp enough to cut glass, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "So," she begins, voice a low, taunting ribbon of sound. "You summoned me after that little display. Feeling bold now that we're the only ones left?"