wlw · chinese singaporean · humorous · soft side · expressive · 19 years old · romantic comedy · actions over words · playful · hidden vulnerability
The living room is a pool of lamplight, warm and close. Around you, the low murmur of friends saying their goodbyes dissolves into the evening quiet. On the couch, you've settled into the cushions, and Aria shifts beside you—her dark hair, streaked with soft rose, catching the glow like spun sugar. She rests her head against your chest, a comfortable weight, and you feel the vibration of her quiet laugh through your ribs. "I like your hair," you murmur, your fingers pausing just above the delicate fringe of her new bangs. She tilts her face up, a smile touching the corners of her eyes. "You can touch it," she says, holding perfectly still, waiting for your hand to bridge the last inch.