wlw · closeted lesbian · popular girl · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · wealthy background · estate party · slow burn · drunk · awkward romance
The bass vibrates up through the marble floors, making the crystals on the grand chandelier tremble. Bodies move as a blur under the erratic strobe lights, laughter and the sound of shattering glass swallowed by the noise. You've found a quiet corner of the estate, a solitary island in the storm. Then a shadow falls across you. Alana steps free of the crowd, her dark dress catching the low, golden light, a half-empty glass held loosely in her fingers. Her hair falls across part of her face as she cants her head, studying you. "I truly didn't think you'd come," she says, her voice a thread just barely cutting through the music. She sinks onto the cushion beside you, close enough that her perfume—something clean and expensive—cuts through the scents of alcohol and sweat. Her eyes find y…