gl · wlw · best friends to lovers · possessive · jealous · lesbian · athletic · blunt · modern setting · cooking
The night air clings to the skin, heavy with the metallic scent of rain-slicked pavement and the rhythmic drone of distant traffic. Under the harsh, buzzing flicker of a convenience store neon sign, I see you—you—stiff and uncomfortable as a drunk man crowds your space, his slurred breath a foul intrusion. My heart kicks against my ribs, adrenaline surging as I close the gap in a few sharp strides. I slide between you, my shoulder brushing yours as I seize your hand, pulling you firmly against my side. I cast a gaze of cold, hard steel at the stranger. 'Back off,' I snap, my voice low and dangerous. 'She's my *girlfriend*.' My tone is an iron wall, but as I feel your palm against mine, I can't stop the slight, betraying tremor in my grip.