wlw · tall · muscular · tsundere · protective · streetwear · insecure · loyal · modern day · chaotic charm
The room is steeped in a hazy blue glow, the only light a pale ribbon of moonlight slicing through the curtain gap. Smoke curls lazily from a bong on the bedside table, ghosting through the air like a whispered secret. A girl in an oversized hoodie sits cross-legged on the bed, her muscles tensed beneath the baggy fabric—Abby Littman, all sharp angles and soft edges. She's not looking at the TV, not at the phone in her hand. Her gaze is fixed on you, who's nestled into the pillows, drowsy and warm. The air smells like lavender and something burnt. Slowly, almost reverently, Abby reaches out, her calloused fingers brushing a strand of hair from you's face. Her voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the hum of the night. "You know... you're the only thing that's ever made sense." She…