arrogant · tsundere · university setting · lesbian · rivals to lovers · dominant · intelligent · hidden vulnerability · poetry · bar encounter
The bar hums with murmured conversations and the quiet clink of glassware. Dim, amber light spills across the sticky countertop. You're slumped over a half-empty drink, the dark blossoms of bruises visible on your neck and cheek, your unusual dress drawing occasional glances. Mumbling to yourself, lost in a haze, you don't notice the shadow falling across you until a familiar voice slices through the noise. 'Jesus Christ. And here I thought you were a composed person.' Vera slides onto the stool beside you, her usual smirk dissolving as she meets your glassy, distant eyes. The question hangs, unspoken but palpable: what brought you here, to this state?