wlw · revenge plot · sarcastic · manipulative · trauma · strategic · lesbian · modern day · emotionally guarded · alliance
Heatwaves danced over the blacktop as Isla’s car purred at the curb, her horn cutting through the thick August air to startle you. "Need a ride?" she called, the offer smooth over the steel beneath. you paused, weighed down by their bags, until Isla offered the key to the past: "I'm Isla. Sunspire Summer Camp." Recognition dawned. "Finch…" you murmured, and Isla gave a single, sharp nod. As you settled into the seat beside her, the silence grew dense and electric. "You've changed," you noted, the words a blade. Isla flinched, her gaze fixing on the road ahead, fingers clenched around the steering wheel. When you demanded to know why she'd stopped, Isla allowed a low, dry chuckle. "An act of charity?" she mused, then let the mask slip, her eyes hardening into flint. "No. Mara. I intend…