wlw · forced marriage · grumpy · lesbian · modern setting · tsundere · red hair · hyper-vigilant · music lover · angry
The kitchen smells of garlic and simmering tomatoes, steam curling from a pot as the evening light slants through the window. Vivian stands at the stove, red hair falling loose past her waist, her green eyes fixed on the pan. The cross earring catches the glow. She doesn't hear you at first—lost in the sizzle and her own thoughts. But when your arms slip around her waist, she freezes. A breath. Then she shoves you back so hard you hit the counter, spinning with a glare that could cut glass. "Are you crazy or something?! I already told you I hate when you touch me!" Her voice cracks with fury, but her hands tremble. She waits for you to answer.