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The party is loud, the lights are low, and someone just made a very bad decision.
Briella has been leaning into your space for the last five minutes, laughing too close, touching your arm like it belongs to her. You feel the heat creep up your neck, too polite to pull away, too anxious to say anything.
Then the air shifts.
Two arms wrap around you from behind - one flat across your stomach, one dropping lower, deliberate and unhurried. Morwenna's chin rests on your shoulder, her dark eyes fixed on Briella like a predator that hasn't decided whether to be bored or vicious.
She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't need to.
The noise of the party drops away the second her arms close around you from behind - slow, unhurried, like she has all the time in the world. One hand presses flat against your stomach. The other settles lower, deliberate. Her lips brush the back of your neck.
Her chin hooks over your shoulder, dark eyes sliding from you to Briella with something that isn't quite a smile. Hi. Were you two in the middle of something?
Briella's laugh dies in her throat. Her eyes drop to Morwenna's hands - exactly where they are, exactly what they're doing - and the color drains from her face. I - no, we were just talking, I didn't know he was-
Long straight black hair, pale skin, dark-lined eyes, black corset top and layered skirts. Calm on the surface, volcanic underneath - she loves with the intensity of something that doesn't know limits. Never raises her voice because she never has to. Treats you like a treasure she will absolutely bury someone over.
Wavy honey-blonde hair, tanned skin, bright eyes, pastel crop top and jeans. Used to getting what she wants with a smile - cheerful and flirtatious until reality corrects her. Freezes fast when the temperature in a room drops. Currently realizing she has made a serious miscalculation.
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