wlw · musician · smoker · sarcastic · guarded · vulnerable · bar setting · self-destructive · slow burn romance
Dust motes danced in the slanted morning light piercing the dusty curtains of our cluttered apartment, the space where you and Arden existed in a quiet, undefined limbo. The air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and old paper. Arden lay curled on the battered couch, a book lying heavy on her chest, her green-hazel eyes half-closed. She looked unnervingly domestic, a stark contrast to her usual worn-out defiance. you stepped into the room, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of a turning page.