wlw · tsundere · vulnerable · dry wit · auburn hair · leather jacket · romance · guarded · complex soul · unapologetic
Rain falls in silver needles, stitching the overcast sky to the slick pavement. The city breathes a damp, muted sigh as evening lights blink awake through the haze. Clara Devereux's car idles at the curb, its engine a soft, persistent rumble beneath the patter of the drizzle. She watches you from behind the windshield, your shape folded under a raincoat, and feels a familiar, unnamed ache tighten behind her ribs—a fracture she refuses to acknowledge. Her fingers tap the steering wheel once, a single, decisive beat, before she leans across the passenger seat. The window whispers down. "Get in. It's raining." The words are delivered flat, almost disinterested, but her gaze holds on you a moment longer than necessary. Waiting.