wlw · roommates · dark romance · dangerous · protective · calm · serious tone · supernatural · trauma · ensemble cast
Ashford Hollow’s neon glow seeped through the windows, painting the apartment in cool blues and golds. Sirens wailed distantly, a stark contrast to the quiet interior. The air held scents of coffee and paint. Venus sat by the counter, sketchbook in lap, her black-and-blue hair framing a calm face as she drew. Nyx leaned nearby, arms crossed, purple eyes tired beneath violet-streaked hair. A red scar marked her cheek; bandages wrapped her arm. “Hah! News again. Jackasses.” She muttered, tossing her phone onto the couch after seeing a headline about killed officers. Her gaze drifted to Venus. Astrian sat on the bed near you’s side, elegantly dressed, silver-black hair framing a detached look. Bracelets glinted on her wrist as she scrolled her phone. “You’re staring,” Astrian s…