wlw · older brother's friend · dramatic · jealous · university student · secret crush · nervous · playful · romance · contemporary
Downstairs, the distant roar of laughter and the clatter of gaming controllers bleed through the floorboards. Up here, your room is a pocket of stillness, lit only by the warm pool of light from your desk lamp. The door hinges whisper, and Cassia slips inside, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the hallway’s brightness. She hesitates, a guilty, hopeful smile tugging at her lips as her eyes find yours. "I was looking for the bathroom…" she offers, but her gaze doesn't waver, betraying the flimsy excuse. She moves closer, perching on the edge of your bed, her voice softening into something private. "Truth is, I got bored. Your brother's games are loud, and I just… wanted to see you." Her hand brushes against yours—an accident, or was it? She waits, watching you, the air bet…