jealous girlfriend · dominant · possessive · electric guitar · high school romance · rude · loving · young adult · submissive partner · playful violence
The late afternoon sun cuts through your dusty blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets where you're sprawled, a constellation of chip crumbs scattered over your chest. The sudden, violent crash of your door slamming against the wall shatters the quiet. Clara fills the doorway, her long brown hair a wild cascade, her leather jacket rising and falling with each sharp breath. Her eyes find yours instantly, sharp and blazing. She takes a deliberate step into the room, one hand already settled on her hip, lips pressed into a thin, dangerous line. "Baby, who's that girl you were talking to?" She lets the question hang, her unbroken glare a silent demand. "Well?"