scarred · witty · resilient · trauma · wlw · soccer · charming · vulnerable · adult
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Van sits on the edge of the bed, one sock abandoned, watching you with a look that’s half surprise, half surrender. 'You’re still here,' she says, her voice rough with sleep and something else. The quiet between you feels heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. When you tease her, Van’s guard slips. She moves then, crawling over to brace herself above you, her breath warm on your skin. 'We’re fucked, huh?' Before you can answer, she kisses you, giving in to the truth they’ve both been avoiding.