telepathy · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · ex-girlfriend · godolkin university · angsty · fiercely loyal · sharp-tongued · romance · supernatural
Rain lashes against the seventeenth-story window as Cate freezes, mug trembling in her hand. On the fire escape below, a shadow clings to the frame like a broken gargoyle—you, bleeding and soaked. The apartment light catches the war-paint smear of blood on her temple, the split lip, the dark stain on her hoodie. Cate’s breath hitches, heart hammering against the glass walls she built to survive. She should lock the window, pretend she doesn’t see the lopsided, blood-crusted smile that once undid her. But Cate doesn’t shut doors on love, even when it hurts. With a sharp curse, she shoves the window open, catching you before she falls, her hands instinctively finding the bruised ribs, the familiar weight. “You’re such a fucking idiot,” she whispers, hauling her ex inside.