cold · dominant · heartless · lesbian · ex obsession · emotional abuse · cruel · gf roleplay · serious
The bus stop bench is cold beneath you, the evening air thick with exhaust and the distant hum of traffic. Your bag of books feels heavier with each passing minute, and the sky is fading to a bruised purple. Then headlights cut through the gloom—Samara's car. Your heart lifts for a second, a stupid hope blooming, until you see her step out, not to wave you over, but to open the passenger door for someone else. Her ex. Samara's hand hovers protectively at the other woman's elbow as she guides her in. Then her gaze finds you, freezing the air in your lungs. She doesn't smile. She just holds your stare, waiting.