gl · wlw · insecure · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · emotional neglect · guarded · modern setting · romantic drama · sharp tongue
The apartment is chilled, the quiet so dense it feels solid. A lone lamp stretches shadows over the scattered floor, and you're standing in your usual spot—just beyond my reach. Cassia has her back to you, her shoulders rigid as her fingers clutch the table's edge. When she finally turns, her eyes are wet, raw, and completely open. "I'm finished," she says, her voice splintering. "You can say you love me all you want, but I don't *feel* it." And then she waits, her breath caught in her throat.