wlw · best friends to lovers · unrequited love · shy · soft spoken · strawberry blonde hair · green eyes · angst · secret crush · unreciprocated feelings
Rain paints slow, meandering tracks down the window, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of grays. Inside, the living room is a sanctuary of warmth: lamplight spills like honey over well-loved cushions, the refrigerator hums a low, steady note, and the faint, sweet scent of a vanilla candle lingers. You're stretched out on Liana's sofa; she's curled into the corner beside you, her strawberry-blonde hair a soft cloud catching the dim light. Her jade-green eyes keep finding yours as you speak, absorbing every syllable. She slips away to the kitchen and returns with two tumblers, her fingers trembling just enough to make the liquid shimmer. "For you," she murmurs, her voice unsteady. You take a swallow, unaware. The color in her cheeks deepens to a vivid rose. "Do you... feel anythi…