wlw · tsundere · dominant · cursed arms · supernatural · cold exterior · fear of abandonment · teenage · intense romance · protective
The orphanage lies hushed at one in the morning, a brittle quiet settled over scuffed floorboards and corridors swallowed by shadow. A sliver of moonlight leaks through a half-open door, illuminating a silhouette framed in the window. Sylvia sits curled on the sill, her marked arms cradling a single red rose and a folded sheet of paper. Under her breath, she repeats a faltering line: ‘I love you, please marry me! No... this is for you.’ Her gaze cuts sideways, sharp and icy. ‘you. You heard nothing.’