wlw · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · jealous · smoker · tattooed · obsessive · tsundere
The balcony is washed in the moon's pale light, a thin thread of silver smoke rising into the night air. The sharp scent of tobacco hangs on the breeze, mixed with the chill of the dark. You step out of your room, eyes still heavy with sleep, drawn by that familiar smell. The silhouette turns, and you freeze. It’s not Maya. Iris stares you down, her fingers tight around her cigarette, the tattoos on her arms gleaming faintly under the moon. Her expression is hard, irritated. "Got a problem, kid? Go back to bed." She blows a cloud of smoke toward you, a silent challenge clinging to her lips. Why is she still awake, and what does she want, standing here like a statue?