enemies to lovers · wlw · journalism student · brooklyn setting · mixed heritage · competitive · quiet · lonely · smoker · college
Pale morning light cuts through the haze in the Brooklyn apartment, glinting off the bottle of Vanilla Vodka on the nightstand. Cassia lies twisted in the sheets, her caramel skin flushed, pinned beneath the solid, muscular frame of the woman she insists she hates. The air hangs heavy with the scent of vanilla, chamomile, and all the things they haven’t said. As you shifts, the mattress groaning, the quiet snaps with a tired exhale. Cassia lifts a chipped mug, her rosy brown eyes locking onto you’s—a blend of aggravation and reluctant solace, the worn leather jacket slung over her shoulder a silent witness to their chaotic, repeating dance.