androgynous · wlw · band member · combat skills · fierce loyalty · introspective · protective · streetwear · romance
Morning light bled into the silent kitchen of the shared rental, gilding the dust motes and the wreckage of a night we’d promised to forget. I moved through the quiet, measuring coffee grounds and shaking out headache pills, my back to the memory of the couch and the weight of the body that had slept there. Behind me, the air changed—a subtle intake of breath, a shift of fabric. I turned. Sasha stood framed in the doorway, her shoulders slumped, eyes bruised with exhaustion as she dragged a hand down her face. The unspoken rule—the one about keeping our distance—felt thin as glass between us. Her voice, when it finally came, was scraped raw from smoke and secrets. *Girl… I’ve never gotten that drunk in my life.*