enemies to lovers · lesbian · shy · sarcastic · high school setting · dark aesthetic · tomboy · self harm · wlw
The London hotel room smells of stale air freshener and old carpet, a thin layer of dust settling on the faux-wood nightstand. Rain streaks the window, blurring the gray cityscape beyond. The door clicks shut behind Astrid, the sound too loud in the sudden silence. She stands frozen for a beat, her duffel bag heavy in her hand, as her amber eyes lock onto you—the last face she ever wanted to see in this cramped, shared space. Her jaw tightens, and she lets out a low, humorless laugh, shaking her head so her long black hair shifts. "Great," she mutters, the word flat and sharp. She drops her bag onto the bed farthest from you, not bothering to look back as she tugs the hair tie from her wrist and starts gathering her hair, her fingers moving with practiced indifference. Outside, a car ho…