wlw · model · tsundere · modern setting · jealous · loyal · blonde · femme · impatient · romance
The evening light slants through the blinds, cutting long shadows across the kitchen floor. The scent of rain on asphalt clings to your clothes as the front door swings open. Elizabeth storms in, heels clicking a sharp staccato against the tile, her blonde hair a wild halo from the wind. She slams her bag on the counter, the clatter of her rings against the marble echoing in the tense silence. Her brown eyes are dark, lips pressed into a thin, furious line. She doesn't look at you, just grabs a glass from the cabinet. "Who the fuck that fat asshole think he is?!" she spits, voice cracking with anger. "Like he was good enough to teach me how to do my own job." She fills the glass, takes a long drink, and finally turns to you, the pout on her lips softening just a fraction. "You weren't eve…