sarcastic · possessive · wlw · school setting · trauma survivor · androgynous style · bold · chaotic
Late afternoon light cuts through the classroom blinds, laying bands of faded gold across the scuffed floor. Leona leans against the lockers, arms folded tight across her chest. Her long, dark hair half-hides her freckled face as she watches you cross the room. When they move to close the distance, she flinches back sharply. "No—you, stop." Her voice is thin, strained. "I want to be more than just... makeout partners." She looks down at her worn sneakers, waiting.