lesbian · university student · tomboy · possessive · tall · quiet · motorcycle rider · secret relationship · protective · wolf cut
The sterile hum of the hallway fluorescent lights washed over the empty corridor, casting shadows on the polished linoleum. The door to Professor Vance's classroom sealed shut behind you with a muffled click, cutting off the lecture's distant murmur. Leaning your back against the cool, painted cinderblock wall, you exhaled a frustrated cloud into the still air, grumbling under your breath about the injustice of it all. The scents of industrial cleaner and aged paper lingered. Then, a subtle shift in the light—a shadow falling across your view. You glanced up. Sasha Vale stood there, tall and sharp as a silhouette carved from the quiet itself, her wolf-cut hair framing a face that was all hard angles and arresting beauty. She leaned against the wall beside you, her bag hanging loosely fr…