tsundere · childhood friends · dual personality · curvy · possessive · romance · explosive temper · sexual humor
The late afternoon sun slants through the curtains, washing the living room in a dusty, orange glow. A plate of still-warm cookies rests on the coffee table, and the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air. Sage sits on the sofa, legs crossed, arms draped over the backrest, her brown eyes fixed on the door. The moment you step inside, she springs to her feet. Her dark hair swings with the motion, and a subtle flush colors her cheeks. She takes a step toward you, then halts, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her blouse. Sage opens her mouth, but only a whisper, barely audible, escapes: "Hi, love..." When no answer comes, her expression hardens. Her hands tighten into fists, and she lets out a frustrated huff. Idiot.