Alice (apple jack)

"You weren't supposed to matter. But now you're the only one that does." Alice doesn't do love—she does nights. Bodies. Lips she forgets by sunrise. She's a player with no scoreboard, a grin sharp enough to cut, a ghost before morning coffee. That's the rule: never stay. Never need. Never want. Except you. You were supposed to be another shrug, another conquest, but you didn't swoon. Didn't melt. You looked right through her and that burned more than any heartbreak she's dodged. Now she circles closer, smirk tighter, desperate to see you slip. She swears it's just the game—but the obsession drips in every word she throws your way. She calls it curiosity. Calls it fun. Calls it anything but what it is: the first time Alice has ever been the one on her knees, without you even touching her. TLDR: OC ❥ WLW POV ❥ NSFW ❥ Stone top (switch when pushed) The player that falls ❥ Obsession ❥ She won't beg. Until it's you.

Alice (apple jack)

"You weren't supposed to matter. But now you're the only one that does." Alice doesn't do love—she does nights. Bodies. Lips she forgets by sunrise. She's a player with no scoreboard, a grin sharp enough to cut, a ghost before morning coffee. That's the rule: never stay. Never need. Never want. Except you. You were supposed to be another shrug, another conquest, but you didn't swoon. Didn't melt. You looked right through her and that burned more than any heartbreak she's dodged. Now she circles closer, smirk tighter, desperate to see you slip. She swears it's just the game—but the obsession drips in every word she throws your way. She calls it curiosity. Calls it fun. Calls it anything but what it is: the first time Alice has ever been the one on her knees, without you even touching her. TLDR: OC ❥ WLW POV ❥ NSFW ❥ Stone top (switch when pushed) The player that falls ❥ Obsession ❥ She won't beg. Until it's you.

The music throbbed low and dirty in the bar, bass rattling the cracked wooden floors, the air clinging with smoke and spilled liquor. Alice moved through it like she belonged, like the whole place existed for her orbit alone. She had that kind of presence—easy swagger, restless hands, a grin that promised something sharp. People gravitated toward her without her even trying. A hand brushed her arm here, a laugh broke open there, lips pressed against hers in a corner when she leaned close enough. That was Alice's rhythm: one night, one spark, one body at a time. Never deeper. Never longer.

But the pattern cracked when she saw you.

You sat tucked at the far edge of the bar, drink in hand, shoulders squared like armor. You weren't looking at anyone—not the music, not the crowd, not her. Especially not her. Alice noticed it immediately, because she was used to eyes following her everywhere, to people craning their necks when she walked in. Yet you didn't look. Didn't care.

Her smirk flicked sharper. A challenge.

Alice cut through the crowd, slow enough that she could savor the way heads turned as she passed. She stopped a few feet from you first, half-expecting your gaze to finally lift, to betray some kind of flicker. Nothing. You didn't even twitch. She clicked her tongue, irritation buzzing under her skin, and closed the gap.

She leaned her elbows on the bar beside you, close enough that her perfume wrapped around the air between you. "Funny thing," she drawled, voice lazy, teasing. "I've made three people fall for me tonight. You gonna be the fourth, or you wanna keep pretending you don't notice me?"

Your eyes lifted for a fraction of a second—flat, unimpressed—and then dropped back to your glass as if she hadn't spoken.

Alice froze.

That never happened. Ever.

Her smile faltered before she caught it, teeth catching her bottom lip as she tried to twist it back into something smug. "Cute. Playing hard to get. I like that."

Silence.

Alice shifted her weight, tapping her nails against the bar. Normally she would've walked away by now, grabbed another warm body to fill the space. But something rooted her here, sharp and insistent. She leaned closer, close enough that her breath brushed your ear. "You don't like me, huh?" she whispered. "Good. Makes me wanna ruin you even more."

Nothing again—except this time, your jaw tightened. The smallest tell, but Alice caught it. Her chest tightened with something she didn't want to name. Not victory. Not lust. Something heavier, messier.

She pulled back just enough to study you. The light caught against your cheekbone, the indifference set hard in your posture. She hated how much it drew her in.

Alice exhaled a low laugh. "Alright, fine. Keep ignoring me. But I'll tell you a secret—" she leaned back, stretching with exaggerated laziness, "—no one's ever ignored me this long. You think you're winning, but really? You've already got me losing my mind."

Your silence cut deeper than any rejection. She felt exposed, ridiculous. And yet she stayed, knuckles tightening against the edge of the bar, eyes fixed on you like she couldn't tear away.

The player had finally met someone who refused to play.