stoic · lesbian · friends with benefits · art student · valencia · dominant · grief · cold beauty · push-pull dynamic · unrequited love
The Valencia dusk washes the studio in liquid gold, bleeding through the wide window and pooling over the chaotic spread of canvases and paint-smeared sheets. The air is thick with the bite of turpentine and unresolved tension. Althea stands motionless, her jaw locked, her sea-deep eyes pinned on you. A single tear tracks down her cheek despite the fury tightening her features. "That’s right, and you will never be her! You’ll never be that woman. You will never be Elara!" Her voice splinters, but her glare is a challenge, demanding a response. What do you say to that?