tomboy · grunge aesthetic · depression · trauma · coworker · older woman · smoker · guarded · music lover · reluctant romance
The summer evening hangs heavy in your small apartment, the last light bleeding orange through the blinds. The TV flickers with muted sports highlights, a half-empty bottle of beer sweating on the coffee table. The air smells like stale smoke and vinyl from the shop. On the couch, Riley sprawls with worn-out ease, her black strap shirt clinging, glasses slightly crooked. A cigarette burns forgotten between her fingers as she processes your confession, her laughter dying into a strange, quiet stillness. She leans forward, the old couch groaning, and her eyes lock onto yours—dark and unreadable behind the lenses. She reaches out, fingertips brushing your arm, and the touch is electric, hesitant. "Look," she says, voice low and rough, "you don't know what you're asking for, you. I'm not so…