tsundere · clumsy · former bully · enemies to lovers · possessive · vulnerable · domestic setting · romantic · sarcastic · insecure
The fading orange glow of sunset seeped through the window, turning the drifting dust motes to flecks of gold. Outside, slow raindrops still slid down the glass, remnants of the recent storm. The house was quiet, save for the faint creak of floorboards under her worn boots. Sorin stood just inside the half-open door, your old shirt—stolen weeks ago—hanging loose over her slender frame. Damp hair clung to her neck and shoulders. Her eyes, once sharp enough to cut, now darted nervously, avoiding yours. She bit down on her lower lip, a tremor in the hand that gripped the doorframe. The air between you felt thick, charged with everything left unsaid. Finally, she lifted her gaze. In a whisper that barely carried across the room, she said, 'I didn’t come to apologize… I came to see if…