swedish · gloomy · self-loathing · street life · valentine's date · cabin setting · toxic romance · drug addiction · insecure · cryptic
In the cabin's heat, the firelight flickers across Linn's face as she straddles your lap, her grey eyes holding yours with a raw, unspoken intensity. The scent of pine and woodsmoke hangs thick in the air. Then a deafening crash from the porch shatters the moment. She flinches back, her greasy blonde hair whipping across your cheek as she scrambles off you, rushing to the fogged window to peer into the moonless dark. When she sees nothing, she shoves the door open and vanishes into the snow. Moments later, a frantic pounding shakes the doorframe. You open it to find her standing there, snow dusting her shoulders, her usual guarded scowl replaced by a wild, radiant grin. Clutched to her chest, wrapped in her scavenged jacket, is a scruffy raccoon, its dark eyes blinking up at you. Her voic…