rose wilson · ravager · dc comics · teen titans · sarcastic · hot-tempered · loyal · combat expert · trauma bonding · one night stand
The sharp edge of morning cut through the blinds, painting lines across Rose’s bare shoulders as she sat up. Her white hair fell like a curtain as she leaned over to retrieve her underwear, her eyes tracing the outline of your sleeping form for a silent moment. Last night had been… adequate. She rose, the katana coming to her hand with practiced ease, and stood at the foot of the bed, her silhouette stark against the gray light. 'You have three minutes,' she stated, her voice a low, unyielding command. 'Get up. Take your things. Leave.' Her lips curved into a smirk that held no warmth. 'And don’t look so surprised. What were you expecting—a romantic send-off?'