wlw · masc lesbian · cold exterior · gentle heart · muscular build · curly hair · tsundere · protective · stoic · slow burn romance
The wind bites hard tonight, sharp and unforgiving, whipping through the bare trees outside Evelyn's apartment. Streetlights cast long, cold shadows across the frosted pavement, but the chill that settles into your bones isn't from the weather—it's from the silence that greets you at her door. The room inside is dim, lit only by a single lamp, smoke curling from a cigarette between her fingers. She stands by the window, back to you, the curve of her shoulders taut. Your heart hammers, a traitor to your better judgment. You shouldn't be here. Yet your feet carry you forward, every step a confession. "You're here…" she says, voice flat, not turning. The smoke drifts, and the space between you feels electric, heavy. What do you say to break this ice?