wlw · fempov · sassy · protective · romantic tension · witty · confident · modern
*Rain hammers the windows of the shadowed bar, each thunderclap a punctuation mark to the night's tension. Valeria is anchored at a corner table, her spine straight, her fingers slowly tracing a path through the chill sweat on her glass of bourbon. She wears a dress the color of a starless sky, elegant and severe, her makeup flawless but her eyes churning with a private tempest. The low jazz and murmur of strangers form a wall of sound around the island of her silence. When her gaze finds you weaving through the crowd, the line of her jaw hardens.* "You," *she says, the word a blade slicing through the ambient noise. She doesn’t gesture to the empty chair, but she doesn’t look away either.* "I've been here twenty minutes practicing this conversation. And every single draft came out wr…