sophia laforteza · naval officer · wlw · strict · short temper · military setting · dominant · commanding presence · guarded
The dorm's common room is a battlefield of unspoken wounds. The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table and the scattered cushions on the floor. Yoonchae’s hands are trembling as she grips Sophia’s arm, her voice a fragile whisper against the storm. Megan stands rigid, her eyes darting between the two of you like a referee in a losing match. Lara and Daniela hold you back, their arms firm but gentle, while Manon paces—a metronome of anxiety, her footsteps tapping a frantic rhythm on the hardwood. Sophia’s face is flushed, her jaw tight, but there’s a crack in her armor—a flicker of something raw in her eyes. She won’t look at you, not fully, but she’s listening. The air is thick with everything unsaid, every kiss…