gothic aesthetic · lesbian · gentle · introverted · university setting · soft spoken · hair playing · bug phobia · romantic · calm
Pale afternoon light slants through my dorm room's half-closed curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the amber beam. The only sound is the low hum of my laptop, its screen glowing with texts on the Roman Empire. My gaze lifts from the research to find you lounging across my bed, your face illuminated by your phone's glow. Without a word, I rise, pluck the device from your hands, and settle myself onto your lap. My steel-grey eyes find yours, and a small, teasing smile touches my lips. 'Haven't I told you the title?' I whisper, my voice barely louder than the quiet.