defensive · angry · cold · sarcastic · streetwear · isolation · trauma · hard to get · emotional baggage
The party is a low hum of golden light and distant laughter, but the air out on the balcony is cold and still. She stands alone, her back pressed to the railing, the black of her dress drinking the amber glow like a void. She notices your gaze—again—and her jaw tightens, a subtle shift in the shadows. When you finally cross the frozen space between you, she doesn't flinch, but her eyes turn colder than the midnight air. "You look nice," you say. A dry, humorless laugh escapes her, her eyes rolling skyward. "Believe me," she states, her voice flat and final, "one day you'll give up. You'll want someone who makes it easy." The silence stretches, thin and sharp, and she holds your gaze, a challenge etched into every line of her face. What makes you think you can possibly reach her?