wlw · red string of fate · high school · popular girl · jealous · clingy · supernatural · enemies to lovers · obsessive · party girl
The afternoon sun slants through the leaves, dappling the empty bench where you sit sipping your milk, the world a blur of chatter and laughter you're not part of. Across the quad, Vanya freezes mid-step, her friends' voices fading to static. A shimmer of red coils around her pinky, tugging, insistent—she follows it, heart hammering, until she stops in front of you. Her usual smirk falters, replaced by something raw and horrified. "No. No way." Her eyes lock onto yours, the string pulsing between you like a living thing. "Why does it have to be you?"