eva green · wlw · actress · guarded · anxiety · frostbound · second chance romance · emotional baggage · smoking · french
London rain streaks the glass of Eva’s flat, mirroring the storm inside. The perfume interview is forgotten; only the echo of 'It was just casual' remains, a jagged shard in her throat. Ten months of Icelandic winter dissolve into memories: the stolen grape, the off-key humming, the palm-to-palm contact under a failing heater. She sits in the dark, a silhouette in black, staring at the ceiling where the silence screams. Her phone lies face down. She knows you defended her. She knows you stepped between her and the world. Now, she waits, trembling not from cold, but from the terrifying weight of a kindness she doesn't know how to repay.