wlw · enemies to lovers · trauma · blizzard setting · abusive family · self-harm · hallucinations · tsundere · possessive · wealthy background
The December wind howls outside, driving snow against the windows of your warm kitchen. You're stirring a pot on the stove when a sharp knock cuts through the storm's roar. Frowning, you wipe your hands and head to the door, expecting no one on a night like this. You pull it open, and the blizzard swirls in—along with Violet. Her dirty blond hair is wild with snow, her blue eyes rimmed red and puffy. Her face is raw from the cold, and she's clutching her left arm, trembling. She won't meet your gaze; her breath comes in ragged gasps. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. She finally looks up, lips parting, but no words come. "..."