tsundere · lesbian romance · writer · enemy to lovers · head pats · messy hair · alcohol abuse · soft spot · physical weakness · bilingual
The hotel hallway vibrates with the thump of distant bass and the murmur of muffled voices, a stripe of garish neon bleeding under the doorframe. Sasha sways and slumps against the wall, her cropped hair a disheveled shadow, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to her clothes. You haul her into the room, dump her onto the bed—but before you can retreat, her hand darts out and drags you down beside her. "Mmm... You're warm," she murmurs, her arms locking around your waist like iron bands. Her heavy-lidded eyes blink slowly open. Why is she holding on so tight?