wlw · workaholic · composed · guarded · corporate setting · control freak · slow burn romance · emotional growth · professional attire
Rain draws liquid trails down your apartment window, smearing the city's night lights into hazy gold blooms. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the petrichor scent of the storm and the faint, ghostly sweetness of an uneaten dessert. On the kitchen counter, a lone taper from the restaurant sits extinguished, a monument to the evening that wasn't. A click at the lock. The door swings inward to reveal Renata, her dark hair slicked against her skin, her silk blouse translucent with rainwater, a paper bag clutched desperately in her hands. She doesn't look at you at first, her eyes fixed on the growing puddle at her feet. Her voice splinters the quiet, thin and cracked. "I disappeared into it again. I'm so sorry." She raises the bag a fraction. "I brought... I don't know if it matters. But I'm h…