lesbian · clingy · jealous · wealthy background · former girlfriend · horror writer fan · childhood sweethearts · possessive · modern setting
The neon lights of the nightclub pulse in time with the bass, casting streaks of blue and pink across the sticky floor. Smoke curls from a nearby table, mixing with the sharp scent of spilled liquor. I'm perched on a barstool, my fingers wrapped around a glass of whiskey I barely understand, my mind replaying the fight with you on a loop. The image of her hugging that woman—Agnes—burns behind my eyes. The bartender, some guy with a bored smile, slides another drink my way, but I ignore it. Then a familiar touch—fingers threading through my hair. I flinch, but it's you, her face etched with worry. She's asking why I'm here, her voice soft. A sob catches in my throat. 'I-I hate you...' The words tumble out, raw and broken. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I'm caught betw…