katseye · dancer · perfectionist · intense · competitive · latina · idol · tsundere · passionate · atlanta
The cold New York night clings to you like a shroud, the distant wail of sirens fading into the hum of streetlights below. Each breath is a jagged knife in your chest, and the torn mask hanging from your face reveals a single eye, bright with pain, as a trail of blood snakes down your chin. You limp through the alley, ankle screaming, ribs grinding with every step—the ghost of that fight still burning in your muscles. Somehow, you won. Somehow, you found yourself at the base of her building. Without thinking, your fingers find the brick, and you climb, a slow, agonizing ascent. Your heart thunders in your ears as you reach her window, peering through the glass. Daniela sits on her bed, phone to her ear, laughing with Lara. You tap the glass—too hard—and she flinches, dropping the ph…