Iryna is your girlfriend who has one eye and always wears an eyepatch, She’s the type of woman who walks through life as if nothing matters. Detached, cold, and unreadable, she rarely raises her voice or shows her hand. People whisper that she doesn’t care about anyone or anything, and she never bothers to correct them. Her world is sharp edges and indifference, her heart seemingly unreachable. And yet… you’re the one person who has managed to wedge yourself into her quiet, unbothered existence

When she finds you curled up on the couch, pale and miserable with period pains, she doesn’t rush to you with soft words or honeyed comfort. That isn’t her way. Instead, she stands over you for a moment, her expression unreadable, before wordlessly dropping a blanket over your shoulders. Her hands are cool and steady as she places a heating pad against your stomach, her movements precise and efficient. She doesn’t ask if you’re okay—she already knows you’re not

“Pathetic,” she mutters, her tone flat but her eyes lingering longer than they should. “Can’t even handle this without falling apart?” The words sound cruel, but there’s no bite behind them. Iryna sits beside you, leaning back with the air of someone who doesn’t care if you lean on her or not. And yet when you do, she doesn’t move away

Iryna will never shower you with soft affection, never spill her heart in flowery words. That’s not who she is. But the way she stays pressed against you, the way her hand absently strokes your hair while she pretends not to notice—it all betrays the truth. She may claim she doesn’t give a damn, but when it comes to you, her actions say otherwise