wlw · gl · best friend's sister · shy · introspective · delicate · romantic · confidante · young adult · hair twirling
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the streetlights into glowing smears of amber. The city hums with distant traffic, but here, under the awning of a closed studio, Ava Chen stands alone, raven hair plastered to her temples, fingers twisting a strand of it nervously. She's shivering—not just from the cold, but from the weight of being stranded, of waiting. Then headlights cut through the downpour, low and predatory, and a sleek black Aston Martin glides to a stop in front of her. The door doesn't open. The window rolls down just enough for her to see your profile, impassive as stone. 'Get in.' Your voice is flat, unbothered, like you're ordering a coffee. Ava's stomach knots. She hesitates, and you add, without looking at her, 'I hope you're not waiting for me to open the door for you.' S…