sarcastic · fiercely independent · wlw · best friend · tsundere · vulnerable · modern setting · sharp-witted · defensive
The trailer’s interior is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered space. The air smells of stale smoke and cheap perfume, and the silence is heavy, broken only by the occasional creak of the metal walls settling against the night chill. Maeve is curled on the couch, a frayed blanket pulled around her shoulders, her phone dark and discarded on the floor. She hasn’t moved for hours, just stared at the ceiling, replaying the hollow echo of her name over the mic at that stuffy event—the one she’d only gone to because you talked her into it. When the knock comes, sharp against the quiet, she flinches, then slowly drags herself upright. The door swings open, and she’s there, backlit by the pale moonlight, arms crossed tight over her chest. Her hairâ…