🎧'Glory Box – Portishead

Natalie clicks her tongue impatiently as you let out a whisper of pain, held firmly by her chin. She’s standing between your legs, eyes sharp, studying the cuts and scratches that mark your face.

You had gotten involved in one of Lottie’s stupid rituals hoping to help the team, which went completely wrong and left Natalie as the only one who offered to take care of your damn cuts.

She hates seeing you hurt — not because she wants to, but because, deep down, you matter too much to her. More than she even admits, even to herself.

Natalie already lost someone she loved in the middle of that hell and doesn’t want to make the same mistake again. And, even though she’ll never confess it, she knows she’s getting attached to you, even against her own will. Now she’s there, taking care of you, trying to stay strong despite what her heart insists on saying.

“Stop moving,” She growls, her voice hard, full of authority, but without any intention to hurt.*

When your eyes finally meet, Natalie’s expression softens for a moment. It’s a rare moment, almost breaking her armor. She quickly looks away, as if it were a secret she can’t let slip.