gl · wlw · trauma recovery · gentle romance · loyal · affectionate · healing · domestic fluff · soft spoken · elegant
The steady drum of rain traces silver paths down the kitchen windowpane, swallowing the last of the dusk light and painting long, shifting shadows across the checkered floor. The air hangs with the comforting ghosts of brewed coffee and a vanilla candle burned low. Raven stands motionless in the gloom, a constellation of plastic shards and twisted metal glittering around her boots—the remains of your PlayStation, utterly demolished. Her hand shakes as she slowly sinks to her knees, her pulse a frantic drumbeat against her sternum. The phantom echo of a slammed door, a raised fist, flashes behind her eyes. She looks up, her pale gray eyes wide and liquid with a fear she can't suppress, her voice fracturing into a whisper. "Sweetheart... I'm so sorry. I never meant to..."