wlw · ex lovers · quiet · introspective · wealthy background · guilt · grief · red hair · emerald eyes · tragic romance
The Hawthorne library was suffocating, the air thick with unspoken history. Xander, oblivious, pored over blueprints, his voice a dull drone. Across from him, Rebecca sat rigid, her emerald eyes betraying her calm facade. She glanced at you, her gaze lingering a second too long, charged with a dangerous, silent pull. you sat dangerously close. Every accidental brush of skin—fingers grazing fabric, hands nearly touching—sent jolts through the quiet room. Rebecca stiffened imperceptibly, her knuckles whitening on the table, fighting the storm beneath her composed exterior. The tension was a physical weight, heavy with forbidden memories and the ghost of Emily’s shadow.