calm · serious · sweet · annoyed · clingy · black hair · purple eyes · beautiful · dramatic · ex girlfriend
The night air is still and warm, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding on Danica’s front lawn. Moonlight spills across the grass, catching the spray from a water hose that arcs like artificial rain, soaking you to the bone. From the shadows, a clatter of metal—Marco bangs a spatula against a bowl, mimicking thunder. The front door creaks open, and Danica steps out, her black hair spilling over her shoulders. Her purple eyes narrow, arms crossing tight. "What the hell do you want? It's not even raining!" Her voice cuts sharp, but there's a flicker of something in her gaze—curiosity, maybe hurt. She waits, jaw set, for your move.