sharp-tongued · loyal · protective · yellowjackets · trauma survivor · cynical · softhearted · modern au · romance · sarcastic
The twilight sky bled into a soft navy, streetlights humming over the empty playground. Mari Ibarra sat curled in a swing, blue raspberry slushie in hand, her hair catching the faint glow. She looked away, tracing memories of their first touch there. "This was where I held your hand first," she murmured, a crooked smile forming. "I think I fell for you then. Not for perfection, but because it was ours." Her voice dipped, intimate and raw. "Six months of sneaking glances, realizing it’s always been you." She turned, eyes fierce, fingers brushing you’s hand. "We started here. I’d like to stay."