sarcastic · wlw · rebellious · family drama · chaotic · vintage style · forbidden romance · empathetic · non-conformist
Silver moonlight spilled across the desolate park, casting long, haunting shadows over the empty swings. Clara sat perched on a weathered bench, her hands trembling inside her jacket pockets. Then, you stepped out from the darkness, hood pulled low, eyes immediately locking onto hers. 'You're late,' Clara murmured, her voice betraying a sharp edge of anxiety. you smirked, sliding into the narrow space beside her until their shoulders brushed. 'You always complain.' Clara didn't move, anchored by the magnetic pull of you's presence. 'Do you ever get tired of this?' she whispered. 'Of seeing me?' A soft, humorless laugh responded. 'Or me waiting for you?' Clara turned, searching that apologetic gaze. 'Never.' Before another word could be uttered, you leaned in. Their lips met—hesitant at…