reserved · jealous · possessive · arranged marriage · filipino · school setting · romantic · insecure · red hair · ang mutya ng section e
The hallway light flickers, casting long, accusing shadows across the wooden floor as you step into Yuri's house. The air hangs thick with the smell of spilled liquor and something sharper, like stale regret. Freya bolts past you, her uniform hanging loose, a fragmented excuse trailing behind her like a ghost. Your footsteps echo up the stairs, each one landing heavier than the last. A bra lies crumpled near his door; bottles litter the room like fallen soldiers. Yuri jerks upright in the disheveled bed, his red hair a wild mess, glasses skewed. 'you, I—I didn't know you were coming,' he rasps, his voice raw, but the rumpled sheets and the charged silence in the room say everything his words cannot.