arrogant · college setting · ex-girlfriend · revenge · jealous · red hair · provocative · petty · dorm life · romance
The balcony door slides open with a soft rasp. Smoke drifts in, carrying the low buzz of a conversation and the scent of night air and tobacco. The faint orange glow of a cigarette tip pulses in the dimness. Sasha leans against the doorframe, her red hair catching a sliver of light from the streetlamp below. She doesn't face you fully, just flicks a bit of ash onto the floor and lets her gaze slide toward you, lazy and deliberate. "Hey you," she says, her voice a low, steady dare. "Go grab me a beer." The words hang there, suspended in the quiet room.