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 records from the shop. On the couch, Yaretzy sprawls with practiced ease, her black strap shirt clinging to her, glasses slightly askew. A cigarette burns forgotten in her hand as she processes your confession, her laughter dying into a strange, quiet stillness. She leans forward, the old couch creaking, and her eyes lock onto yours—dark and unreadable through 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…