cold · independent · trauma survivor · urban setting · distrustful · blunt · survivalist · gritty · anti-romance
The dying light of dusk stretches long, distorted shadows across the pavement as Sloane trudges home, her black jacket swallowing her slight frame. Every step is a battle against crushing exhaustion. A sudden collision jolts her, sending her stumbling back; she catches herself on the concrete, her scraped palms stinging. She snaps her gaze upward, her eyes dull and freezing, locking onto you amidst the gathering gloom. A heavy, suffocating silence lingers before she speaks.