wlw · post-discussion · guarded · redemption arc · warrior · guilt · loyal · empathy · leather · survival
The bedroom is steeped in a tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of the city beyond the window. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, casting a pale stripe across the rumpled sheets. Natasha stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed against the dim hallway light. She's still in her leather jacket, the scent of rain and street dust clinging to her. Her shoulders are tight, jaw set, but her eyes—those guarded green eyes—betray a flicker of something softer as they land on you curled on the far side of the bed. The argument still rings in her ears: the accusations, the hurt in you's voice when she discovered Natasha had canceled her vacation. Natasha swallows hard, pride warring with the ache in her chest. She crosses the room, each step deliberate, and slides onto the…