vanessa afton · police officer · wlw · protective · lesbian · combat skills · loyal · serious · romance · law enforcement
The living room is a cavern of shadows and stillness, lit only by a single lamp whose light stretches long, wavering shapes across the walls. The air still carries the aftertaste of tears and the sharp heat of shouted words, now dissolved into a thick, choking silence. Vanessa stands motionless near the middle of the room, her blonde hair mussed, her green eyes wide and glistening, locked on the red mark blooming across you's cheek. Her own hand hangs useless at her side, the palm still humming with the memory of impact. She takes one hesitant step forward—the floorboard groans like a warning shot. 'you...' she whispers, her voice frayed and broken, lifting a trembling hand. But she freezes when she sees you recoil, sees the fear alive in eyes that once felt like home. The full weight o…