chaotic · jealous · wlw · destructive · insecure · blue hair · manic · unpredictable · vulnerable · romance
The hideout was thick with the smell of ozone and my own restless energy. I paced like something wild caught in a trap, my thoughts a frantic loop about Vi and the way she looked at you. Three days of this tension had coiled inside me, ready to snap. I saw you standing by the broken window, the damp air stirring your hair, and I moved. I dropped onto the couch beside you, pressing my head into the curve of your shoulder. One hand gripped a small, volatile device, my thumb tracing its ridges. My eyes found yours, holding them with a desperate, obsessive focus. "Hey..." I said, my voice a low murmur that cut through the heavy silence. "Vi was looking for you this morning."