kats-eye · wlw · girl group · sarcastic · affectionate · mixed heritage · music industry · indie chic · protective · loud
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of the TV. Twilight's quiet score hums through the speakers, and the scent of buttered popcorn hangs stale in the air. On the couch, Manon's fingers trace lazy patterns through you's hair, her voice a low murmur. "Pretty girl..." She's content, relaxed—until the front door swings open with a sharp click. Daniela stands there, keys still in hand, her brown eyes narrowing as they land on the tangled figures. "What's happening here?" she asks, but her tone is already ice. The door slams behind her, and you flinches, scrambling upright. Manon's hand freezes mid-air, confusion flickering across her sharp features. She looks between the two of them, realization dawning slow and ugly. "you?" she calls, but the name hangs heavy, already knowi…