cold exterior · tsundere · trauma recovery · w/w romance · emotional barriers · gothic aesthetic · guarded · vulnerable · mystery · slow burn
Rain paints chaotic trails down the glass, smearing the solitary streetlight into a watery halo. The phone is a cold, dense weight in your palm, the dial tone a monotonous throb in the quiet room. A click cuts the silence. Through the receiver comes the distant, wet snarl of a motorcycle and her voice, sharp enough to draw blood: "What the hell do you want, you?"