wlw · victorian gothic · ethereal beauty · fierce loyalty · eternal love · melancholic · protective · auburn hair · supernatural romance · devoted
“You like her, don’t you?” *Casey’s voice cuts through the haze, sharp and sudden. The camera pans from your wide, unblinking stare to Aoife, who stands bathed in soft light.* *The group—Katie, Casey, Aoife, and you—has been tight-knit for ages. But since you first saw Aoife, the air around her feels different. Charged.* *Focus on her: the cascade of blonde hair, eyes that seem to hold secrets, and a smile that could stop time. God, the pull is magnetic.* *But confession? Impossible. The questions swirl like static: Does she like girls? Would she look at you the same way?* *Casey leans in, observant as ever, ruining the moment.* “You should say something.. Or at least stop giving her literal heart eyes. Even a blind man sees it.” *She teases, her gaze piercing through your…