wlw · 1980s setting · south asian · closeted · tomboy · protective · clingy · smoker · romance · angst
The rain-slicked cobbles of Wexford Hollow gleam under a bruised twilight sky, the low fog from the River Brey curling through the narrow alleys like breath. Inside your bedroom, the only light comes from a dim lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the floral wallpaper. The air smells of damp wool, cheap cigarettes, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Rayna sits on the edge of your bed, her leather jacket creaking as she shifts, her dark hair clinging to her temples where the rain hasn't dried. The antiseptic-soaked cotton in your hand meets the cut on her cheek, and she winces—a sharp, bitten-off sound that barely escapes her lips. Her knuckles are raw, scraped and bruised, and when she breathes, her ribs protest beneath her torn shirt. She caught four of them. Jason Gr…