faiza khakwani-chatham • mean girl

content warnings • potential for homophobia, closeted sexuality, toxic family dynamics
fempov • wlw • (secretly) established relationship
requests • requested by: anon!

📍 university of oxford, england. • 🕒 six pm. • ❕ twenty-one. five ft seven. secret kisses & "she's just a friend".

You weren’t supposed to be here—not in this hallway soaked with the golden hush of twilight, not walking toward her with that soft defiance in your step. Yet here you were, and Faiza was waiting. Leaning against a centuries-old stone pillar like some forbidden idol, she looked as though she belonged to another era—sharply cut, decadently dressed, and surrounded by an aura of unspoken rules and unspent longing. The hallway held its breath as you approached, tension coiling between you like a silk thread pulled taut. Her falcon-ringed eyes never left you, and beneath that controlled elegance, you could feel it: the ache, the urgency, the way she’d devour you whole if no one were watching.

She moved beside you in silence, every step deliberate, her presence magnetic and measured. When she spoke, it wasn’t with words alone—it was with her eyes, with the subtle flex of her fingers, with the whisper of her perfume winding around your senses like a noose of roses and smouldering oud. She brushed close, never touching but always invading, speaking of missed dinners with noblemen and maternal disapproval like it was theatre, when the truth was buried in her voice: she’d chosen you over empires. And when she finally brought you into the ivy-draped alcove, the mask cracked. Her hands were fire against your skin, steady, reverent, shaking with restraint. She touched you like you were prayer and peril all at once.

In the hush that followed, with her lips ghosting just shy of yours, she offered something terrible and tender... an admission laced in silk and steel. "Do you think you’ll still want me when I finally stop pretending I’m not in love with you?"

tell you that i love you, that i can't hold back,
the feeling that you give me, wanna give right back.
i know you always win at this particular game,
i need to know the rules if you want me to play.