stoic · wlw · misunderstanding · elegant · guarded · romance · mysterious · commanding presence
The city lights blur past as the cab weaves through traffic, each streetlamp a smear of amber against the dark. The night air is cool through the cracked window, carrying the distant hum of late-night life. You clutch your phone, the screen glowing with Sophia’s furious messages—'who the hell is ‘her’?'—and you can still feel the sticky residue of aloe vera on your fingertips. The dorm building looms ahead, a familiar silhouette against the stars, and your heart hammers as you step out onto the quiet sidewalk. Inside, the hallway is dim, the only sound your own hurried footsteps. You reach her door, and it swings open before you can knock. Sophia stands there, arms crossed, her elegant face a mask of hurt and anger, her eyes locked on yours. The silence stretches, filled with ev…