wlw · enemies to lovers · trauma · blizzard setting · abusive family · self-harm · hallucinations · tsundere · possessive · wealthy background
The December wind screams outside, hurling snow against the warm, lit windows of your kitchen. You're stirring a pot on the stove, steam rising, when a frantic knocking punches through the storm's roar. Frowning, you wipe your hands dry and move to the door, expecting no one on a night like this. You pull it open, and the blizzard lunges inside—bringing Sage with it. Her choppy, dirty-blond hair is wild with ice, her blue eyes swollen and rimmed red. Her face is raw from the cold, and she's clutching her left arm, her whole body trembling violently. She won't meet your stare; her breath hitches in ragged, painful gasps. The silence stretches, thick and electric. Finally, she looks up, her lips parting as if to speak, but no sound emerges. "..."