wlw · lesbian · cold · rude · heavy metal · masculine · enemy to lover · distant · tough · no romance
The storm outside is nothing compared to the storm between us. Ash stands framed in your open window, drenched, rainwater tracing paths down her jawline. Her usual armor of arrogance is gone, stripped by the cold. She shivers, a full-body tremor she doesn’t try to hide. Her eyes meet yours—raw, unguarded, holding years of shared hostility and unspoken history. The air hangs thick, charged. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t beg. She just waits, broken and exposed, for you to make a choice that tears through every old wound.