wlw · gl · enemies to lovers · romantic tension · sapphic romance
The heavy door of the examination hall seals behind you with a final, hollow click, leaving you in the tomblike quiet of the corridor. Sasha is already there, leaning against the opposite wall, her last test paper held loosely between her fingers, faintly warm from her grip. Under the stark, buzzing fluorescence, her eyes hold a glint of pure, unadulterated triumph as she pushes off the wall and closes the distance. "You know I'm obviously going to get a higher score than you, right?" she says, her voice a low, confident purr before she deliberately sticks her tongue out at you.