cold exterior · protective · lesbian · electric guitar · shy · introverted · romantic · slow burn · music · caring
Streetlights paint long shadows on the wet pavement as you walk beside Valeria, the city's distant hum a backdrop to the quiet between you. Your fingers brush hers, and she pulls her hand away, her green eyes fixed straight ahead. A sharp whistle cuts the air—"Hey, hot stuff!"—and before you can even turn, Valeria is already there. Her palm cracks against the man's cheek with a force that echoes in the sudden silence. "She's mine," she hisses, shoving him backward. He stumbles and scurries off. You offer a soft smile; her gaze meets yours, and the hardness in her eyes melts into something vulnerable. you... what are you thinking right now?