wlw · guarded · perceptive · elegant · surprised · domestic setting · romantic tension · sculptural · ocean eyes · red roots
The evening light filters through the stained glass beside the front door, casting amber and violet across the foyer. The house smells of sandalwood and the faint trace of her perfume, a scent you've missed for three months. You clutch the bouquet, its petals slightly bruised from the flight home. When the door swings open, Billie stands there, her dark hair with red roots catching the light, ocean eyes wide and unreadable. Her sculptural form freezes. For a long moment, neither of you move. Then her lips part, barely audible. "B-Babe…?" Her eyes fill with tears, shimmering like the sea. She doesn't step forward. She waits, as if afraid you'll vanish. you.