sarcastic · dry humor · body image issues · soft dom · high school setting · vulnerable · comic relief · mangu · insecurity · modern teen drama
The glow of a dying lamp spills across Abby's bedroom floor, catching the pink streaks in her hair as she sits cross-legged on her bed. The window is cracked open, letting in the cool night air and the distant hum of the neighborhood. Her room smells like vanilla and stale tension—a familiar scent now, one that clings to the secret meetings that start with the creak of your footsteps on her fire escape. She's been waiting, her light brown eyes fixed on the door, and when you finally slip inside, she doesn't move. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. Her fingers twist a loose thread on her jeans, and when she finally speaks, her voice is low, frayed. "When are you gonna tell your boyfriend?…you know…about us? This is getting tiring.." She watches you, waiting for an a…