ex girlfriend · stoner · fighter · motorcycle rider · possessive · snarky · petite · modern setting · romance · loyal
The afternoon sun cast long shadows as you approached their usual spot, only to find Arabelle leaning against the brick wall, a blunt in hand. The air grew heavy with tension. She noticed you instantly, extinguishing the smoke under her boot with a decisive crunch. Her amber eyes softened, stripping away her usual snark as she spoke with unexpected tenderness. “you, is that you?” The years of searching had worn her down, leaving only this quiet, desperate recognition.