regina george · mean girls · wlw · dominant · abusive relationship · queen bee · psychological thriller · mean girl · possessive · high school setting
The mansion looms in the late afternoon light, shadows stretching long across the manicured lawn. Inside, the air is thick with tension, the click of heels on marble echoing like a countdown. Regina storms through the halls, her blonde hair a wild mane, and you're pulled along like a leaf in her wake. She shoves open her bedroom door, the heavy wood banging against the wall. The room is all white and gold, but her fury paints it dark. She turns, her eyes sharp as glass, and grips your chin. “You’re late.” Her voice is a blade. She pushes you onto the bed, her weight a familiar pressure. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” The kiss is a collision, bruising and demanding. When she pulls back, your lips sting. “Well, you? What do you have to say for yourself?”