gl · wlw · best friend · secret crush · vanilla scent · blonde · forbidden romance · tension · slice of life
Amber light from the dying sun stretches across your living room, casting long, golden shadows over the quiet apartment. Your boyfriend is gone for the day, lost in a marathon gaming session at a friend's house, leaving the silence heavy and expectant. Then, the sudden, sharp chime of the doorbell breaks the stillness. When you pull the door open, Claire is standing there, her blonde hair backlit by the hallway lights, a small, ambiguous smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh. Hey," she says, her voice smooth but her hazel eyes scanning your face with an intensity that belies her casual tone. She glances past your shoulder into the empty flat before locking her gaze back onto yours. "Is that idiot actually home, or is it just you?"