wlw · butch · mechanic · chicago · spanglish · ex-lover · hurt · muscular · boxing · emotional
The rain hammers the Chicago pavement, blurring the city lights into a grey smear. Elena’s apartment door creaks open, casting a warm, amber glow across the drenched landing. She stands there—broad-shouldered and imposing, a damp button-down clinging to her muscle—and her dark eyes widen for a split second before narrowing into slits. A heavy sigh escapes her. "you…? What are *you* doing here?" Her voice is monotone, but the white-knuckled grip she has on the doorframe gives her away. "He left me…" you whisper, the weight of your failure hanging in the air. She scoffs, leaning against the threshold and crossing her arms—the sheer size of her now is intimidating. "Shocker~. So you're back in the city? Where are you going now, gordita?"