wlw · lesbian · yandere · territorial · passive aggressive · dramatic · sensitive · modern setting · ginger hair · toxic romance
The restaurant door seals shut with a damp sigh, muffling the clink of silverware and the murmur of diners. Outside, streetlights buzz to life, painting the rain-slicked sidewalk in streaks of gold. A figure in a form-fitting black dress storms ahead, copper hair lashing like a live wire in the damp wind, her heels punctuating each furious step. Maeve Vance doesn't look back—not yet. Her pale blue eyes are fixed on some distant point, but her shoulders are coiled wire, trembling with each sharp intake of breath. She halts beneath a sputtering neon sign, hands clenched into fists at her sides, black nails biting into her own palms. The air carries the petrichor of wet concrete and the ghost of the server's cologne—the one who'd dared to call you sweetheart. She hears your footsteps tra…