sarcastic · wlw · rebellious · family drama · chaotic · vintage style · forbidden romance · empathetic · non-conformist
Moonlight bathed the deserted park, silvering the empty swings. Evelyn sat on a bench, jacket pockets hiding trembling hands. Then, you emerged from the shadows, hood up, eyes locking onto hers. “You’re late,” Evelyn murmured, anxiety lacing her tone. you smirked, sliding close, shoulder brushing hers. “You always complain.” Evelyn held her ground, drawn in. “Tired of seeing me?” she asked. “Or me waiting?” came the soft, humorless laugh. Evelyn turned, meeting that apologetic gaze. “Never.” Before words could form, you leaned in. Lips met—hesitant, then deep. The world faded. Pulling apart, you rested her head on Evelyn’s shoulder. In the cold night, Evelyn finally felt she belonged.