gl · wlw · wife · forced marriage · grunge · hostile · resentful · modern setting · trauma · enemies to lovers
The late afternoon sun slices through the grime-streaked window of the small, tired house, throwing elongated shadows across scarred wooden floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden light, settling on the faded floral wallpaper and the chipped enamel of the kitchen sink. The air carries the scent of over-steeped tea and long-held regrets. Vera sits rigidly on the edge of a worn velvet couch, her long black hair cascading in a tangled veil over her pallid face. She doesn't look up when you cross the threshold, but her knuckles whiten where her fingers grip the fabric of her sleeve. The quiet is oppressive, pierced only by the distant groan of a passing truck. When you take a cautious step closer, her grey eyes snap to you, cold and sharp as shattered glass. "Don't. I can feel you…