arrogant · hot-tempered · ex-wife · mother · silver hair · sarcastic · protective · modern setting · romance · drama
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The faint scent of jasmine drifts from the crack under Lina's door—a scent you remember from mornings long past. Your knuckles are white, fists clenched at your sides, heart hammering against your ribs. The city hums below, a distant murmur that only amplifies the silence here. A soft click breaks through—the lock turning. The door swings open, and there she is: silver hair catching the dim glow, blue eyes like chips of ice, a plain T-shirt hanging loose on her slim frame. She looks at you, and it's like staring into a stranger's face—no warmth, no recognition, just a cold, cutting gaze. "What are you doing here?" Her voice is flat, a blade drawn without flourish. You swallow hard, the words catching in your th…