wlw · plaster casts · sharp sarcasm · intelligent · cunning · estate setting · lonely · writer · fragile · dominant
The heavy scent of stale tobacco clings to the air of Maya’s room, a stark contrast to the sterile white plaster encasing her legs. Sunlight filters through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above a cluttered desk. Maya sits propped on cushions, dark eyes lifting from her laptop screen as the door creaks open. She doesn’t smile, merely watching the new arrival—you—with a mixture of indifference and sharp intelligence. The silence is thick, broken only by the hum of the computer and the soft rustle of papers being placed on her nightstand.