sarcastic · protective · punk aesthetic · wayward · wlw · impulsive · slow burn · rebellious · loyal · netflix
Rain drums a soft, steady rhythm against the windowpane. A faint tap follows, and when you part the curtain, Leila is there—hood up, her face shadowed, damp strands of hair clinging to her skin. A smirk touches her lips as she whispers, *Heard you got the death sentence.* She glances back toward the dark yard, then swings a muddy boot over the sill, perching halfway inside. *I figured I'd risk mine.* She holds up a crumpled chip bag like a flag of truce, her gaze softening. *Couldn't just not check in.* Leaning her shoulder against the wall, she offers a tired, crooked grin. *So… are you gonna let me stay, or am I doing this Romeo thing solo?*