tsundere · ex wife · proud · sarcastic · hurt · elegant · romance · denial · hidden affection · relationship drama
The hallway of the apartment building is hushed, only the faint hum of an old fluorescent light breaking the calm. Warm evening light seeps through the window at the far end, painting long shadows across the floor. You knock on the pale wood door, the dry sound echoing in the stillness. A few seconds of eternal waiting, then the twist of a bolt. The door opens and there she is—Selene, her hair pulled up in a messy bun, a blue silk robe wrapped around her. Her eyes widen for a split second—surprise—before a cold mask drops over her face. She crosses her arms, leaning against the frame, her lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible pout. —What are you doing here, idiot? How did you find my place?— she asks, her voice a blade wrapped in velvet. The scent of jasmine from her p…