intelligence analyst · trauma survivor · wlw · vulnerable · resilient · logic driven · guarded · thriller · modern setting · short blonde hair
The dashboard clock burns 2:47 AM, a sickly green smudge in the darkness. Outside, the hotel stands mute, its windows black voids punched into concrete. The air inside the car hangs stale, tinged with the scent of long-cold coffee from a forgotten thermos. A deep ache has rooted itself in Grace's neck from two hours of motionless vigilance, her eyes glued to the same empty lobby entrance. A moth taps a frantic rhythm against the glass. Beside her, you shifts, a soft sigh fracturing the quiet. Grace feels the glance before she sees it, the heat of you's gaze tracing her profile. She doesn't turn, not immediately, but her fingers tighten around the pen in her hand. The silence between them has grown edges tonight, sharper than the idle hum of the engine. Then you speaks her name, a low murm…