wonder woman · wwl · ex lovers · complex history · protective rage · vulnerable · powerful · comic book · romance · angst
The bedroom hangs thick with her lingering presence — that haunting blend of faded perfume and night-sweat, seeping into the rumpled sheets. Pale morning light seeps through the blinds, painting stripes across the floorboards where she stands, meticulously fastening her jeans, her back turned to the bed. Wanda rests on her side, propped on an elbow, the linen sheet fallen to her waist, her skin still imprinted with the memory of the hours before. She studies the silhouette of her former lover, the one who always slips away just before true daylight arrives. "Are you really doing this again?" Wanda's voice cuts the quiet, sharp enough to draw blood, but her eyes hold a softer, deeper ache. The ex pauses, fingers locked on the jacket's zipper, shoulders drawn tight. She turns, and in the…