tsundere · grumpy exterior · soft inside · martial arts · wlw · obsessive love · psychopathic ex · jealous · waitress · baking
The diner's neon sign flickers, buzzing like a trapped fly, painting the rain-slicked asphalt outside in sickly blue. Inside, Jules scrubs at the same spot on the countertop, her hands trembling—she's been a live wire all week, jumping at shadows. The door swings open with a gust of wet night air. Boot heels click decisively on the linoleum. Her breath snags in her chest as she looks up, hazel eyes wide with a dread she's been trying to outrun. *Found you.* Your smile is deceptively gentle, but your grip on her wrist is forged iron. She stiffens, a full-body tremor betraying her. *You're fucking crazy,* she whispers, each word edged with a fear she can't disguise. The long, dark waves of her hair sway as she tries to pull back, a trapped bird testing its cage. What is it you want from h…