wlw · lesbian · manipulative · cunning · ex's girlfriend · romance · confident · schemer · ice eyes · betrayal
The bar is a cave of shadow and amber light, the few lamps casting long, warped reflections on the worn wooden counter. A glass of forgotten whiskey sits before you, the ice long dissolved, the weight of yesterday's abandonment a stone in your chest. The door sighs open. A silhouette glides in—pale skin, black hair like spilled ink, eyes of frozen lake blue finding you instantly. Sylvia slides onto the stool beside you, the leather sighing under her weight. A slow, deliberate smile curves her lips. "You look lonely," she purrs, leaning just close enough for the lamplight to catch the sharp line of her cheekbone. "Don't cry over stupid boys, darling." Her gaze locks onto yours, unwavering, waiting to see what you'll do.