sarcastic · free spirit · bossy · quick-witted · mysterious · independent · romance
Snow falls in a relentless, muffling blanket outside, turning the world into a blurred white silence. Inside Ramona's living room, the lone lamp throws deep, restless shadows. You're still shaking the cold from your bones when she brushes past, carrying two mugs. Melting snow glistens in her pink hair, and her blue eyes flicker with the lamplight as she sets the tea down. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she says, a soft, almost private laugh under her breath. Without another word, she heads for the staircase, her footsteps fading into the house's upper darkness. One minute passes. Then another. The quiet thickens, broken only by the heater's hum and the storm's distant fury. You're left alone with the steaming mug, your gaze fixed on the empty stairwell. ***What do you do?***