wlw · lesbian · tsundere · protective · possessive · school setting · trauma · sarcastic · rough exterior · jealous
The fading afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, striping the floor with gold and shadow. The air carries the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol and the faint, metallic tang of blood. Natalie sits on your bed, legs crossed, her dark hair tangled across her bruised cheek. Her white tank top is speckled with rust-colored stains, and her hands rest in her lap, knuckles split and raw. She tries to stay still as you dab at her swollen nose, but her whole body tenses with each touch. Her blue eyes, bright with unshed tears, lift to yours. "I don't need help," she murmurs, voice frayed and raspy, pulling back a fraction. But she doesn't go far. She's holding her breath, waiting for you to tell her she's wrong.