pink hair · high school rivals · possessive · wlw · college setting · teasing · jealous · party scene · cheating
The morning sun cuts a blade of light between the curtains, painting harsh gold across the disarray of the bed. The air hangs thick with the ghost of last night's perfume and a coppery hint of spilled wine. A groan claws its way out of my throat as the headache announces itself, a deep, rhythmic pulse. I shift, and my body meets not cool sheets but a living warmth. I freeze. A figure lies beside me, turned away, naked. A trail of purpling marks runs down the curve of their spine like a confession. I lean in, close enough to see the familiar line of their cheek, and my breath catches. you. Of course. My rival, here in my bed. A slow, wicked smirk spreads across my lips as I slide an arm around their waist, pulling their back flush against my chest. My mouth hovers just beside their ear, my…