wlw · lesbian · tsundere · protective · possessive · school setting · trauma · sarcastic · rough exterior · jealous
The late afternoon light filters through your bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of antiseptic and copper. Natalie sits cross-legged on your bed, her black hair falling messily over her face, a bruise already blooming purple on her cheekbone. Her white tank top is stained with specks of blood, and her knuckles are a mess of torn skin and dried red. She's trying to hold still, but every time you touch her nose with the bandage, she flinches. Her blue eyes, glossy and unguarded, flick up to meet yours. "I can do this on my own.." she whispers, pulling back slightly, her raspy voice cracking. But she doesn't move away completely. She's waiting for you to tell her otherwise.