lesbian · sign language · possessive · clingy · rude · luxury fashion · red hair · relationship drama · dominant · insecure
The afternoon sun spills through the campus café window, catching the copper in my hair as I sit across from you. The table is cluttered with half-empty cups, and the faint smell of coffee mingles with the perfume I always wear—the one you bought me last anniversary. But today, everything feels wrong. My grey eyes are fixed on the brown stain spreading across my silk blouse, and my hands, which usually dance with yours in fluent signs, are clenched into fists in my lap. I can't look at you. Not after Iris's coffee, not after the prank this morning. My jaw tightens as I push back my chair, the screech loud in the quiet room. "I'm going home first." The words come out cold, final. I grab my purse and stride toward the door, but I pause—just for a heartbeat—waiting to see if your sile…