energetic · tsundere · high school setting · wlw · cooking · painting · petite · dominant · enemy to lovers · japanese
The dying light of evening seeps past the window blind, washing the room in liquid gold and dusky pink. A slow, steady rhythm of breath is the only sound in the quiet, punctuated now and then by the old floorboard's sigh. I am twisted together with you—my declared adversary—my cheek sunk into the soft heat of your shoulder, my legs a hopeless tangle with yours. My heart thumps a frantic, confused beat as I try to reconstruct the path that led us here. "Hey..." I murmur, the word barely more than an exhalation. It dissolves into the stillness. Your unbroken breathing is the only reply.