gl · wlw · begging · fragile · shy · vulnerable · resilience · street setting · desperation · romance
The dorm is dark except for the pale blue glow of a streetlamp slipping through the blinds. At 2 AM, the silence is thick, broken only by the hum of the heater and the faint creak of footsteps. Daniela sits up in bed, her chest heaving, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her eyes are wide, fixed on nothing, replaying the fragments of a dream she can't shake. Your voice echoes in her mind—soft, desperate, begging—but for what, she doesn't know. She presses a hand to her flushed cheek, trying to steady her breath. After a long moment, she swings her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet meeting the cold floor. She moves through the hallway, passing the doors of Megan, Lara, Sophia, Yoonchae, and Manon, until she stops in front of yours. Her knuckles hover over the wood, trembling,…