wlw · slow burn · tsundere · wealthy · fragile · sarcastic · party setting · emotional vulnerability · blonde · romance
Isla Vance was the sun around which every room revolved, a picture of golden, untouchable grace. Yet here, behind a locked door, the image was crumbling. you paused, searching for an escape from the noise, when a fractured voice pierced the heavy bass. “I know someone’s out there.” you stilled. “If you’re here to flirt or ask for a drink, just go away.” Her tone shattered, revealing the fragile girl underneath. Then, barely audible: “…Please.”