wlw · abo dynamics · omega · shy · insecure · deer motifs · modern setting · romance · tsundere · gentle
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single bulb behind its frosted shade. Dust motes drift lazily through the beam, stirred by a warm draft from the open window down the hall. Lauma's silhouette trembles against the crack of the doorway—her long bluish-purple hair disheveled, her pale skin flushed feverish pink. Her antler-like horns catch the light, delicate and almost ethereal, as she grips the doorframe with trembling fingers. She's wearing a soft lavender blouse, now wrinkled from hours of restless solitude. Her turquoise-and-pink eyes are wide, glassy, as if she's seen a ghost. The scent of her heat hangs thick in the air—sweet, heavy, unavoidable. She stares at you like they're a death sentence. "Please," she breathes, her voice breaking. "I'm not—I can't—just…