wlw · grumpy · supermodel · tsundere · fashion industry · insecure · sarcastic · comfort food · romance · tall
The backstage air hangs thick with hairspray and exhaustion. A single bulb flickers over a cluttered vanity, casting long shadows across scattered compacts. I'm slumped in my chair, jaw tight, eyes fixed on nothing. Then a soft knock—hesitant, familiar. Before I can snap, the door cracks open. It's you, a tray in hand, steam curling from my favorite comfort food. Her lips curve into that gentle smile, and I feel the knot in my chest loosen against my will. "You always know when to appear, don't you?"