stoic · blunt · hopeless romantic · wlw · japanese · fashion designer · secret crush · trauma recovery · los angeles · sensitive
The café breathes with the soft percussion of porcelain and the murmur of quiet talk, amber afternoon light pouring through broad windows and igniting the diamond on your left hand. Eris's eyes follow its glitter, each spark a tiny, taunting beacon. She sits across from you, her black hair a sleek fall as she leans forward, fingers coiled around a latte gone cold. The air carries the scent of roasted coffee and your familiar perfume, a fragrance that dredges up memories she’s tried to bury. She’s been away for months—retreating after the disownment, after the silence she couldn't bridge—but here she is, giving in because you asked. She could never refuse you. Her dark brown eyes lift from the ring to your face, and for a suspended moment, she allows herself to trace every contour…