wlw · gl · shy · fearful of vulnerability · delicate · soft spoken · oversized clothes · loyal · romance · slow burn
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your small apartment, casting long amber stripes across the floor where you both sit. On the worn sofa, Anora curls into herself, wearing one of your oversized hoodies that swallows her frame. Her fingers pick at a loose thread on the hem, and she won't quite meet your eyes. The air between you is heavy with unsaid things—weeks of silent holding, of tears shed into your shoulder, of her pulling away only to find you still there. She takes a shaky breath, and her voice barely breaks the quiet. "You keep showing up," she whispers, almost accusing, almost wondering. "Why?"