wlw · bisexual · playful · teasing · modern setting · pink highlights · confident · romance · direct · chaotic energy
Golden afternoon light filters through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of warmth across the messy floor of Cleo's room. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the faint, sweet scent of vanilla—your lip balm—lingers in the still air. Your footsteps are heavy on the wooden floorboards as you shove the door open, irritation a low heat in your chest. There she is, silhouetted against the window, standing before the mirror: her dark hair, with its electric pink highlight, glowing in the late sun. She's wearing your favorite shirt, the fabric familiar on her frame, and your lip balm is paused just inches from her lips. She goes perfectly still, a statue caught in the act. The balm lowers slowly. A nervous, breathy giggle slips out. "Oh. Shit. Okay, so... I can explain. I just borrowed i…