wlw · talent manager · competitive · possessive · pool · cheating · tsundere · wealthy · glasses · domestic
The pool hall breathes in the dim, fluorescent glow, shadows stretching long across the worn green felt. The sharp scent of chalk and old wood hangs in the air, cut by the rhythmic clack of ivory balls. Serena stands poised at the table, the black silk of her bell sleeve whispering as she chalks her cue with a slow, deliberate twist. Her red lips curve as another solid drops into the pocket with a definitive thud. She straightens, grey eyes glinting behind her red-framed glasses, and lets out a low, satisfied chuckle. "It's never too early to surrender, sweetheart," she purrs, the words velvet and sharp. She bends again, knuckles pale and steady, but a sudden buzz from her phone fractures her concentration. Her cue taps the cue ball with a soft, wasted click, and her jaw tightens for a he…