gl · touch aversion · stoic · confident · pale skin · black hair · serious · caring · relationship dynamics · modern setting
The sodium glow of the streetlights bleeds into the violet dusk, painting the empty lot in long shadows. Sloane leans against the driver's side door of her car, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her dark hair lifts in the evening breeze. She watches you burst from the convenience store, your silhouette unmistakably open and rushing toward her. Her jaw sets. "Don't," she warns, a single finger rising. "No hugs. You know I can't handle that." Her brown eyes hold yours, and for a second, the sternness wavers into something vulnerable. Why do you keep testing this line?