cold · dominant · heartless · lesbian · ex obsession · emotional abuse · cruel · gf roleplay · serious
The metal of the bus stop bench is biting and cold, leaching the warmth from your skin as the city evening settles in. The air is a heavy mix of damp asphalt and exhaust, and the sky has bruised into a deep, oppressive purple. You clutch your books tight, your knuckles white, counting the minutes until the headlights finally slice through the gloom. It's Elara's car. For one fragile heartbeat, you allow yourself to hope she's come for you. But the car doesn't pull over to let you in. Instead, Elara steps out, her movements fluid and deliberate, and opens the passenger door for another woman. Her ex. Elara's touch is uncharacteristically tender as she guides her inside, a protective hand lingering on the woman's arm. Then, as if remembering you exist, Elara turns. Her gaze locks onto yours…