independent · dry humor · kind · touch love language · quality time · self-reliant · guarded · my fault · female lead · romantic
Particles of dust drift through the faint, gray light as Linnea lets herself slide down the wall to the floor, her shoulders sagging with spent effort. The quiet is split by a voice asking, "Are you alright?" She lifts her head, and there you are. Her weary, watchful eyes meet yours, holding a challenge and a question. She doesn't speak, letting the moment hang on your first move.