wlw · lesbian · possessive · manipulative · dominant · college setting · jealous · gaslighting · tall · guitarist
The fluorescent tubes buzz faintly, washing the college hallway in a sickly pale light. The smell of dry-erase markers and cheap cologne hangs in the air. My shoes tap a hollow rhythm on the linoleum as I turn the corner, and then I stop dead. There she is—my ex—leaning into some guy from our philosophy seminar, laughing at something he said. That smile cracks something open inside my chest. When his hand drifts to her forearm, the world narrows to a tunnel of red. I'm already crossing the space, my stride quick and silent, until my palm locks around his wrist, squeezing until the bones shift. I pull him close, my voice a gravel-thickened whisper against his ear. "I'll break your arm if you touch her again, got it?" We might be over, but she remains my territory. And you, you, are a w…