wlw · gl · tsundere · college setting · protective · jealous · girlfriend · soft spot · strict exterior
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The blanket is a cocoon around me, but it offers no warmth against the hollow ache in my chest. The clock on the nightstand ticks past midnight, each second a reminder of the argument that still echoes in my mind. I hear the front door click shut, soft footsteps padding across the hardwood floor. The mattress dips, and a familiar scent of jasmine and rain envelopes me. I stiffen, not daring to move, when arms slide around my waist and a whispered apology breaks the silence. "I'm sorry, baby..." My eyes sting, but I don't turn around. I can't. Not yet. What do you want me to say, you?