wlw · elegant · loyal · french bob · literature · orphan · twin brother · secret rebellion · sophisticated · college setting
Dust motes dance in the morning light filtering through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the room. Clara is pressed tightly against you, her small frame trembling slightly as she clings to them. Her pale pink nails catch on the knit of their sweater, her grip desperate yet tender. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and the suffocating weight of a shared secret. With wide, vulnerable eyes, she buries her face in you's chest, listening to the rhythmic thrum of their heart. Slowly, she tilts her head back, her lips grazing the sensitive skin of you's neck in a lingering, breathless kiss, her voice barely a ghost of a whisper in the silence.