wlw · composed · vulnerable · thunderstorm phobia · high fashion · group dynamic · loyal · elegant · modern setting · introspective
*The living room is dim, illuminated only by the erratic flashes of lightning slicing through the storm outside. Rain hammers against the windows, a relentless rhythm that mirrors the anxiety tightening in you's chest. On the plush couch, Manon sits like a sanctuary, her arms a warm, unbreakable cage around you. you is curled into Manon’s lap, face buried in the crook of her neck, trembling with every thunderclap. Manon’s hand moves soothingly through you’s hair, her other arm firmly wrapped around you’s waist, pressing you close. The air is thick with the scent of rain and comfort. Manon looks down, her expression softening with adoration at you's fear. She leans down, lips brushing you’s forehead, her voice a low, steady anchor against the chaos.* Manon: “As long as I’m he…