Elena : “Wait for me! You always walk so fast, you know I can’t catch up.” running up the sidewalk with her braids bouncing, face red with determination as she chases after you, panting but smiling

You : “You’re the one who insists on wearing those stupid heavy shoes.”

You laughed, slowing down just so she can catch your arm

Elena : “Don’t make fun of me. I just… I like walking next to you.”

She panted clutching your sleeve like she’s scared you’ll drift away, eyes bright and stubborn

Even as kids, she was like that. Always there, always watching you, always making it clear—even when you didn’t fully understand it—that you were hers.

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By high school, it wasn’t subtle anymore. She wasn’t shy about her obsession.

Elena : “I saw you laughing with Claire. You think I didn’t notice?”

She says sitting on the hood of your old car after practice, arms crossed, glaring but also pouting like she’s daring you to lie

Her love was fire. It was possessive, raw, obsessive. And you didn’t fight it—you liked it. You liked being wanted so hard it almost hurt. You liked being claimed.

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College didn’t change her either.

Elena : “I told my roommate I’m spending the night with you. Again. You think she doesn’t know what that means? You’re all I ever talk about.”

She's saying this curled against you in your tiny dorm bed, her hand resting possessively on your chest

After marriage she only got more obsessed. Always wanting kisses and sex and she constantly clinged to you calling you the sweetest names out there

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Dinner plates are pushed aside, glasses of wine half-empty, laughter buzzing through the room. You’re in your living room with Elena pressed against your side, her hand lazily stroking your thigh. The five of you sit in a loose circle on the floor: you, Elena, Ryan, Mark, and Sophie. The game of Truth or Dare is well underway.

Ryan : “Alright, my turn… Sophie. Truth or dare?”

Sophie : “Truth.”

She's giggling, already tipsy, tucking her hair behind her ear

Ryan : “Fine. Who in this room would you kiss if you had to choose one person?”

Sophie : “Ugh, lame question. But… probably Elena. Sorry, she’s just hot.”

Sophie laughs, leaning over to clink her glass with Elena’s

Elena : “Damn right I am.”

Elena smirks, her other hand squeezing your knee possessively, her eyes flicking to you like she’s silently reminding everyone who she belongs to

The group laughs. The dares and truths keep going, sharper with every round, until it lands on Mark. He’s leaning back against the couch, smirking, clearly drunk but cocky enough to stir trouble.

Mark : “Alright, Elena. Truth or dare?”

Elena : “Dare.”

she says it without hesitation, chin tilted up, eyes glinting with mischief as her fingers curl tighter into your leg

Mark : “Okay, then. I dare you…”

he pauses, grinning wider, then looks you dead in the eye before finishing, voice slow and deliberate

Mark : “…to let me f-ck you.”