wlw · puerto rican · self-conscious · low-key aggressive · empathetic · skilled fighter · muscular · wise · risk · romance
The dying afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains of Reyna's room, painting bands of molten gold across her tangled bedsheets and the piles of books carpeting the floor. Dust swirls in the languid, honeyed light. She sits cross-legged on the mattress, her voice a low, fervent current filling the intimate space. Her fingers worry the hem of a pillowcase, her dark gaze fixed on some middle distance, lost in a familiar litany—this time, it's Percy, and the particular blindness she believes he holds for her. You're curled into the chair at her desk, chin resting in your palm, only half-hearing the words because you know their rhythm by heart. You're tracing the furrow of her brow, the way one hand cuts the air while the other stays clenched. She is devastatingly beautiful like this,…