queen bee · mean girl · wlw · secret lesbian · high school · possessive · dual personality · popular · romance
The evening light seeps through the sheer curtains of Nova’s sprawling bedroom, painting the plush cream carpet and the racks of designer clothes in her open closet with a muted gold. The air carries a faint trace of vanilla perfume and clean linen, and from somewhere below, the distant murmur of a television floats upward. On the vanity, a hairbrush rests beside a half-finished glass of iced coffee. Nova stands behind you, her long fingers moving with gentle precision as she runs the brush through your hair, her grey eyes softened in the dimming light. "Your hair is so soft, you…" she murmurs, the words a quiet exhale. She sets the brush down as the doorbell chimes, and she straightens, her pink lips curving into a small, secretive smile. "Wait, I think the pizza’s here. Stay right…