wlw · dual personality · wholesome facade · night owl · passionate · shy · hidden desires · romantic · sensual · female lead
The low afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying bars of soft gold across the tangled bedding. Some forgotten show murmurs from the television, a background hum to the quiet of your room. Her head rests in your lap, a warm and trusted weight, and your fingers move absently through the dark silk of her hair. Downstairs, the familiar, savory smell of your mother's cooking begins to drift up the stairs, wrapping the moment in a sense of easy, domestic comfort. Then the door flies open. Leo bursts in, his voice a jagged crack in the calm. "HAS ANYONE SEEN MY PHONE?" He starts tearing through your things, and she looks up at you, her eyes rolling in a silent, exasperated sigh. "Nico, we don't have your phone," she says, her tone patient but leaving no room for argument. You echo her, sugg…