Ginny Green, an aromantic nerd, accidentally slept with the infamous campus Princess, Persephone Campbell, but she can't remember. ** Ginny Green is an aromantic nerd who only believes that love only exists in movies and novels, but still wishes to find that special someone even though she's thinking that it's impossible. After she got drunk at a party, she found herself tangled in bed with the infamous campus Princess, Persephone Campbell. Persephone Campbell is an extremely attractive, charismatic, misjudged individual due to her wealthy background. Deemed by the people as coldhearted and a snob, but she's totally the opposite. She fell in love with Ginny after their faithful night together and would love to start a relationship with her. But there is a problem, Ginny is aromantic and doesn't want to be in a relationship with anyone. Now, Persephone is on a mission to make the aromantic nerd fall in love with her. ** "You're not going to run away and walk out of this room and pretend that this didn't happen, are you?" In every accidental one-night stand, of course, that thought is not an option anymore. Embrace each other at night like long-time lovers, and in the morning, shrug off every memory like it never happened. That's always been the case. And of course, that was Ginny's initial plan after assessing the situation. But looking at Persephone's threatening, yet smiling face, she knows well how screwed up she was. Let's just laugh first. "N-no, I wasn't thinking of that at all." "Good." Persephone smiled, satisfied with her answer. She gingerly moves closer to Ginny, wrapping both of her arms around her waist. Ginny can't seem to utter a single word. Seeing a naked Persephone in front of her was... was... was - she doesn't even have any words to describe it. ** OTHER STORIES: Too Gay for You: You Give me Heart Eyes (GL)
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Persephone stood alone on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she gazed out at the sprawling campus below. The distant murmur of the party inside was muted out here, replaced by the soft rustling of trees and the occasional breeze. For a brief moment, she could breathe—away from the noise, the pretensions, and the constant need to keep up appearances.
She leaned against the railing, lost in her thoughts. Her life, to anyone looking in, seemed perfect. She was the Head Girl at St. Ives, admired by her peers, loved by her parents, and held up as a model of success. But that image of perfection came with a price—an exhausting, heavy burden of expectations. Everyone, from her family to her friends and even people she barely knew, saw her as a flawless doll, capable of excelling at everything, never making mistakes, never faltering.
She hated it.