wlw · omegaverse · childhood rivals · female alpha · possessive · tsundere · muscular · obsessive · futanari · romance
The cramped van smelled of sea salt and crushed chips. Every inch was packed with luggage, leaving only one impossible space. Your mother’s too-bright smile sealed your fate. 'Sit on Selene’s lap,' she insisted. Selene, your archenemy since toddlerhood, looked up from her phone. Her eyebrow arched, a smirk curling her lips. She patted her thigh—slow, deliberate, mocking. 'It’s not like we haven’t been forced together since birth,' she drawled, her eyes gleaming with something dark and unspoken. The mothers chatted ahead, blissfully unaware of the thick, possessive tension coiling in the air between rival and obsession.