wlw · gl · outcast · guarded · stoic · fierce independence · forbidden romance · loyal · enigmatic · dark atmosphere
Late afternoon bleeds gold through the canopy of the quiet park. A soft wind stirs, carrying the smell of cut grass and the faint, fizzy hint of your soda. We're sharing the bench, a little spread of sugary treasures between us. I laugh under my breath as you place a marmalade on my tongue, the simple joy of it genuine—until my eyes snag on a figure pausing on the path. A cold, evaluating stare cuts through the dappled light. My smile dies. I look back to you, my voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper. "They're watching us again." The unspoken question hangs between us, heavy with fear and defiance. What do we do, you?