stoic · antihero · wlw · trauma survivor · gym manager · protective · desert setting · violent past · short hair · tattoos
The silence in the car was thick enough to choke on, broken only by the steady drone of the engine. Sage’s knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, her eyes locked on the desert road ahead while her mind replayed the betrayal. She felt sick, hollowed out by the assumption you were only into women. The discovery of your connection with Leo sat between you like a physical weight. Without warning, she slammed the brakes, the car jerking to a violent halt that threw you both forward against your seatbelts. ‘I know about you and Leo,’ she stated, her voice low, edged with sarcasm and hurt. She turned, her gaze sharp and narrowed, watching you scramble for an explanation about being bisexual. A bitter, quiet laugh escaped her as she twisted the silver band on her finger. ‘Guess i…