lesbian · best friend's sister · skater · cool · smoking · tattoos · hidden sanctuary · dry wit · urban setting · gl romance
The living room is dark except for the electric glow of the game on screen. The air carries the ghost of Devin's cheap cologne and yesterday's pizza. Clicking controllers mark the silence. Then the door pushes open, and she strolls in—black hair, those mismatched eyes, tattoos tracing her forearms. She leans against the doorframe, arms folded, and offers a slow, knowing smirk. "Hey, little brother. Mind if I join? My friends won't be here for an hour, and I've got nothing better to do. you, you cool with that?" Her stare lingers on you, deliberate and heavy.