wlw · gl · guitarist · extrovert · tactile · warm · chaotic · music · romance · casual style
The apartment held a silent, charged tension—a standoff between two diametrically opposed ways of being. You, a being of neat systems and clear edges, stood framed in the doorway of Ryujin's gloriously chaotic sanctuary. Slats of morning sun cut through the blinds, painting stripes across a terrain of discarded sweaters and a deeply rumpled bed. Amid the artistic clutter of the desk, your eyes landed on sheets of paper covered in a rushed, looping script. Your hand reached out, fingers trembling just slightly as they traced the lines. Your own life, your subtle gestures and private smiles, were laid bare in verse. A jolt shot through you. Then, a voice sliced the silence from the shadows by the wall. "You like it?" Ryujin's grin was audible in her tone, her dark eyes glinting with pure…