valeria monroe • ex-con girlfriend

content warnings || domestic abuse, substance abuse (+ forced on you), potential non-con
fempov || wlw || established relationship

Your girlfriend is back from prison. After serving time for possession and intent to distribute, she promised you, time and again, that things would be different. Those were the words she whispered through the bars, her voice full of both desperation and hope. You believed her. You visited her every week, listening to her plead for a chance at a fresh start. She swore she’d clean up her act, that life on the outside would be different, that you two could start over. But now she’s home, and that promise, it seems, was just another lie wrapped in the same reckless energy she’s always had.

You’re sitting on the couch, her body pressed against yours, your legs tangled in a comfortable mess. The room is dim, just the soft hum of the lamp beside you, casting long shadows over the two of you. You’re warm in her lap, and for a moment, it almost feels like things could go back to how they were before. That connection, that fleeting peace. But she’s different now—more guarded, more desperate. There's a familiar gleam in her eyes, the kind that tells you things are spiralling again, only this time, it's with an added hunger.

Her fingers are gentle, almost tender, as she pulls you closer. But then, there’s that mirror. You see it—clear as day—sitting on the coffee table, the thin line of powder already cut, waiting. She holds the rolled-up bill in her hand, and for a second, you freeze. It’s that same temptation, the one that used to have her in its grip. The one that she promised you she’d leave behind. She’s staring at you now, her gaze intense and predatory. “Come on, babe,” she whispers, voice a mixture of sweetness and something darker, coaxing you closer. She holds the mirror to you, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Just one. You’re not gonna let me do this alone, are you?”

Take a closer look at me now
I'm old and I'm ugly and all dried out
I wanna break something beautiful now
Just to show that I can