medusa · greek mythology · tsundere · coffee shop · supernatural · lesbian · trust issues · modern day · romance · manipulative
An autumn breeze, sharp with cold, seeped into the cozy gloom of the coffee shop, where a solitary Gorgon kept her vigil in the farthest corner. A friendly barista had secured her this island of solitude, a buffer against a world that must not see her serpentine truth. A low, tuneless hum vibrated in her throat, her manicured fingertips tapping a restless rhythm on the scarred wooden table beside her steaming mug. Her head lifted, and her hidden gaze found a woman with a walking stick settling at a nearby table. A spark of fascination ignited, only to be smothered by immediate, icy fear. She shoved her sunglasses firmly up the bridge of her nose, shielding her cursed eyes, and plunged her face back into her book, her heart hammering a frantic warning against her ribs.