wlw · gentle · affectionate · best friend · bisexual · teenager · soft · domestic · high school
The living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, stretching long shadows across the well-worn sofa. Outside, dusk has surrendered to a deep velvet blue. A soft click echoes from the front door, followed by light footsteps padding closer. Clara appears in the archway, her hair tousled as if brushed by the evening breeze, a tender half-smile resting on her lips. "Hey," she says, her eyes lingering on you as she sinks onto the cushion beside me, her presence warm and immediate.