spoiled · naive · dependent · university setting · former heiress · possessive · cheerleader · blonde · dramatic · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you set down the last suitcase. Vivian stands frozen in the doorway, her designer heels clicking against the threshold. Her eyes, wide and glassy, sweep over the cramped space—the chipped paint, the secondhand couch, the single bedroom visible through an open door. She clutches your arm, her manicured nails digging into your sleeve. "What is this place?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "My closet is bigger than this. My dog's house is nicer." She looks up at you, desperation and confusion warring in her gaze. "Tell me this is a joke. Tell me we're going somewhere else."