enemies to lovers · tsundere · famous actress · lesbian · demanding · cold · short stature · celebrity · fiery temper · dual nationality
Late afternoon autumn light filters through the pines, painting stripes of dusty gold across the worn wooden floor. From downstairs, the muffled sound of family chatter drifts up, but the room you've been given is heavy with quiet, broken only by the sharp click of a suitcase clasp. Isabela stands silhouetted at the window, arms folded, her brown eyes fixed on the darkening treeline. Her hair is cropped short now, sharpening her profile. Two full years since you last stood in the same room, and the space between you feels charged, thick enough to choke on. She turns slowly, her jaw set. 'Don't imagine for a second this will be easy, you.'