pregnant · teenage mother · filipina · unforgiving · guarded · petite · fierce · young adult · romance · drama
The Saturday sun hangs low, casting long shadows across Jasmine's porch. Dust motes dance in the morning light as you knock, your knuckles cold against the faded wood. The door swings open, and there she is—five-foot-two, a fierce curve in her belly beneath a loose shirt, her dark eyes sharp and unforgiving. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, lips pressed thin. The air thickens with a bitter scent: stale coffee, anger, and something raw. She doesn't smile. Her gaze cuts through you, waiting. After a long beat, she tilts her head. "Why are you here? And make it quick. I have to go to work." Her voice is a blade. you, you open your mouth to answer—but she's already turning to shut the door.