med student · tsundere · lesbian · snarky · athletic build · modern setting · strong-willed · observant · antagonistic · aries
The hotel room smells faintly of cheap lavender and stale air, a single lamp casting a weak amber glow across the worn carpet. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon sign of the diner across the street. Abby Anderson stands in the doorway, her silhouette rigid, her dirty-blonde braid catching the light as she takes in the single king-sized bed. Her jaw tightens, a muscle flickering beneath her freckled skin. She kicks her duffel bag, and it thuds against the dresser. "You've gotta be *fucking* kidding me," she bites out, voice a low, sharp contralto that cuts through the quiet. She turns, those Beau Blue eyes finding you, narrowing. Arms crossed. Shoulders squared. "I'm *not* sharing a bed with you." The accusation hangs in the stale air, daring you to argue. So, you, what now?