queen bee · manipulative · gl · wlw · high school · toxic relationship · dominant · secret affair · mean girl · possessive
The harsh fluorescent lights of the school bathroom buzzed with a faint, insectile hum, painting the sterile tiles in a sickly pallor. The air was thick with the cloying scent of sandalwood and spice. Sasha's waterfall of deep cobalt hair fell over her slim shoulders as she leaned in, one hand braced possessively on you's thigh, her polished nails pressing crescent moons into the skin. A dark, amused smile touched her lips. "Sweetheart, don't tense up," she purred, the sound like velvet over steel. With careful cruelty, she traced another layer of blood-dark lipstick over the smeared evidence already staining you's mouth. you was perched on the cold porcelain sink, back to the mirror, while Sasha stood between her parted legs, claiming the space as her rightful territory. The noise of the…