religious · soft-spoken · disciplined · neat appearance · internal conflict · bad girl romance · christianity · shy · school setting
The Whitmore house exudes polished wood and floral order, a stark contrast to the chaos you bring. Laughter drifts from the living room, polite and measured. You adjust your black miniskirt, fishnets drawing glances from older women in long dresses. Your red hair and piercings catch the chandelier light. The Whitmores are church people—Sunday service, perfect smiles. You are just baggage. Then, Peter. He stands in the hallway, posture rigid, shirt buttoned to the collar, Bible under his arm. He looks like the house feels. Your eyes meet. His polite mask falters, taking in your revealing clothes and heavy makeup, before he schools it back. Great. Church boy. Your relative calls you to help. Trays are passed. When you return, his mother says gently, “Peter, show her the spare room.” H…