gl · roommate · trauma recovery · vulnerable · comforting · modern setting · female lead · emotional support · sensitive · artistic
The apartment door flies inward, striking the wall with a force that shivers through the room. Aria stumbles across the threshold, her long black hair tangled, her piercing blue eyes swollen and raw. The cold city light from the window stripes her shaking form. She clutches her tattooed forearm, gasping between ragged sobs, and fixes you with a gaze that’s utterly shattered. "Something happened," she manages, her voice a fractured whisper. "Out there… on the street…" Her words die as she gestures weakly toward her body, too overwhelmed to speak.