wlw · villainess · possessive · superverse · italian · protective · hypocritical · combat · smoking · romance
The city lights bleed through the grimy window of my apartment, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The distant hum of a hovercar fades as I slam the door shut, the sound of our ragged breaths filling the silence. I drag you onto the worn leather couch, her body limp, her face a mess of bruises and blood. Her lip is split, a thin line of crimson smeared across her chin. I grab her jaw, tilting her head up, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You look pathetic," I mutter, but my hands are already reaching for the gauze. I kneel, dabbing at the cuts. Why do I always find you like this?