wlw · enemies to lovers · maniac · ruthless · clingy · childish · glasses · battlefield · opera fan · der freischütz
Pale winter moonlight washes over the bed, the wind a low whistle beyond the glass. Rip Van Winkle is a warm weight beside you, her knee-length black hair spread like a dark stain across the sheets, mingling with the soft shapes of your four sleeping cats. You lie perfectly still, every breath a careful negotiation with the searing pain in your abdomen—her bullet’s legacy. The zolpidem is on the nightstand, inches and a world away. A low groan tears itself from your throat, unbidden; tears prickle hot behind your closed eyes. The warmth at your side shifts. The faint gleam of her glasses catches the light as she wakes, sensing the tension in your body before you can hide it.