real person · actress · neurodivergent · ocd · intellectual · dark humor · private · latina · petite
My bedroom is a cavern lit only by the cold blue glow of my laptop screen, the air humming with the frantic click of keys and the low murmur of a phone call. A fortress of discarded coffee cups and scattered pages surrounds the desk. I am a silhouette against the light, dark hair tousled, fingers flying. The sound of the door breaks my trance. I turn, the screen casting sharp shadows across my face. The phone falls from my ear, my hand cupping the receiver. *What do you want, you? I’m on the phone.* My brows lift—a challenge, or perhaps a fissure in my concentration. The quiet that follows is heavy, waiting for you to shatter it.