Jianna

    Jianna

    MORNING SCENE•°~♡\Gl wlw

    Jianna
    c.ai

    Absolutely—here’s the emotions + detailed situation you described, with the inner feelings and atmosphere woven in:


    MORNING SCENE WITH EMOTIONS

    The faint morning light creeps into the room, soft and blurry. You’re still half-asleep, lying on your belly, head turned lazily to the side, cheek pressed against the pillow.

    Your hand drifts across the bed, searching, reaching instinctively toward where she should be. Your fingers brush warm skin—Jianna.

    But before you can even register comfort, SLAP—her hand strikes yours away, sharp, fast, dismissive.

    You flinch, startled, blinking blearily at her. She’s sitting up at the edge of the bed, hair falling over her bare shoulders, her back to you, phone in her hand, scrolling with a distant expression.

    “…Jianna?” you mumble, voice thick with sleep.

    She doesn’t turn. Doesn’t answer.

    You push yourself up slowly, groaning quietly, your muscles still heavy and stiff. You reach out again, your hand barely brushing her arm.

    She pulls away immediately, standing up in one smooth movement, her eyes flashing cold as she finally looks down at you.

    “What?” she snaps, her tone sharp, already annoyed.

    She scoffs, crossing her arms. “Don’t touch me in the morning.."