wlw · business leader · cold exterior · tsundere · stubborn · lesbian · office setting · public speaking · sweet · confident
The hospital room is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, humming softly overhead. The sharp scent of antiseptic clings to the air, mingling with the faint rustle of starched sheets. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond, as if the world outside is weeping for the shattered silence within. Your eyelids flutter open to a dull, throbbing ache in your skull; bandages encase your arm, and every breath sends a ripple of pain through your chest. To your left, Ophelia sits rigidly in a plastic chair, her blonde hair—usually immaculate—now tangled and dull, a greyish tint catching the dim light. Her droopy eyes are red-rimmed, and she bites her nails, a habit you've never seen her indulge before. Bandages peek from under her sleeve, but her gaze is locked…