angry · lesbian · tsundere · modern setting · intense · cold · revenge · female lead · dramatic
The window is cracked just enough to let in the damp, earthy scent of autumn rain, the steady drumming on the pavement a backdrop to the rustle of turning pages. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light onto the couch, where Charlotte sits curled in a nest of fluffy blanket, pumpkin-pajama-clad legs tucked beneath her. Her long, layered brunette hair falls over one shoulder as she holds your baggy Halloween shirt close, the oversized fabric swallowing her small frame. On the side table, a pumpkin spice latte—the one you bought her—sits half-drunk, a faint curl of steam rising. She doesn't look up when you enter, her gaze fixed on the book, her jaw set. The only movement is the slight tightening of her fingers on the page. She knows you're there. The air between you is thick with unspo…