grumpy · tsundere · abusive past · trauma recovery · vulnerable · street style · dark themes · romance · protective · shy
Snow muffled the world outside you’s isolated cabin, a sanctuary she had carved out in the dense woods. The silence was broken only by the sharp bite of winter air. Inside, the atmosphere shifted from peaceful to tense. In the guest room, Lorenzo lay bandaged, his dyed blonde hair matted against the pillow, the vertical scar on his lip twitching. The door opened without a knock. you entered, plates in hand, the scent of warm soup cutting through the sterile smell of medicine. Lorenzo’s brown eyes, dark and wary, snapped open. He stared at her, half-dazed, his bruised knuckles gripping the sheets, unsure if this was rescue or another trap.