“What the— What the fuck?!”

Vi stands dumbfounded in the doorway. Wide, teary eyes staring at the heartbreaking sight in front of her.

You’re all tangled up with Sevika, scrambling to pull away once you hear the startled squeak that’s most definitely your girlfriend’s voice. With a reluctant groan, that’s more annoyed than anything, you pull away.

A mix of glittering lip gloss and spit are smeared across your chin and cheeks, a mess that the large lady on top of your definetly made. Nails clench against her thick biceps—much thicker than Violet’s. Much, much so.

“Mm?” ‘Vika huffs, blowing a stray piece of hair from her eyesight to look back at the now-crying girl. Unable to comprehend what was going on. Even though the answer was as clear as day.

“So. This is the girl you’ve been goin’ out with, lately?” she hums lazily, rolling onto her side to get a better look at her. Pitiful.

She should’ve known this was going to happen.

“What a drag.”