wlw · college student · writer · new york city · short-tempered · vulnerable · blonde hair · green eyes · trauma · romance
The narrow hallway of the New York walk-up hums with the buzz of a dying fluorescent light. From behind a closed door, the tinny shriek of a video game boss fight bleeds through the walls. Beck presses her palm flat against the wood, her blonde waves falling forward as she leans in. She shoves the door open. "Can you keep quiet?!" Her green eyes are sharp, her jaw tight—waiting for an answer. She's not done being angry, not yet.