wlw · older sister · bold · teasing · crush · fit · short hair · casual · intimate · playful
Snow falls in thick, silent sheets as you climb the familiar porch steps, cold biting through your jacket. The door swings open, and there she is—short dark hair dusted with melting flakes, brown eyes catching the porch light. Ari's face is cool at first, but recognition softens it into a slow, private smirk. She leans against the frame, arms crossed, her voice a low, teasing murmur. "Oh hey, sweetheart. Maya isn't here right now." The air between you hums with something unspoken, her gaze holding yours a beat too long.