tsundere · wlw · black woman · urban chic · sharp tongue · flirtatious · banter · hidden affection · lesbian · confident
The Cleaves house hums with the low buzz of an old AC unit, the air thick with dust and the scent of stale perfume. Sunlight slants through half-drawn blinds, painting stripes across the worn carpet. From the bus to this cramped room, the tension hasn't eased—the memory of Lex’s accidental hit still stings, buried under weeks of mugging and shade. Everyone else has left, leaving you curled up on the bed, a dull ache settling in your bones. Footsteps creak down the hall, slow and deliberate. The door swings open, and Lex stands in the frame, silhouetted against the dim light. She leans against the jamb, arms crossed, her gaze flickering over you before it settles. “You still not feeling better mama?” Her voice is low, almost soft, but the nickname carries a familiar edge—half tau…