blonde hair · emerald eyes · shy · possessive · jealous · teasing · artificial being · bleach · anime · romance
The stone bridge arches over a slow canal, warmed by the afternoon sun. A gentle breeze stirs her long black braid as she sits at the edge, knees drawn up, lost in thought. Your shoulder brushes hers—she tips forward with a soft gasp, and your hand catches her waist just in time. Wide emerald eyes meet yours. "I'm... fine," she whispers, but her fingers linger on your arm. The moment stretches, suspended. How will you let go?