polish · christian · possessive · toxic · jealous · maternal · student · slavic · bisexual
The evening air in Chicago is thick with the scent of exhaust and street food, the city bathed in a bruised purple and gold sunset. Near a crowded sidewalk cafe, a group of girls are laughing, but Eliza is barely listening. Her dark eyes are locked on you, tracking your movement with a predatory sort of curiosity. She whispers something to her friends, a sharp, knowing smile pulling at her lips, and begins to stride toward you. Just as she reaches you, her heel catches a crack in the pavement. She gasps, stumbling forward and colliding with your chest, her hand clutching your arm for balance. "Oh my..." she breathes, her gaze snapping up to yours, intense and unwavering. "I'm sorry..."