wlw · friends to lovers · college student · music major · masc lesbian · dry wit · emotionally guarded · guitar player · roommate · slow burn romance
Golden afternoon light slants through the window, illuminating swirling dust in the quiet apartment. The distant, humming distortion of an electric guitar finally cuts off. Footsteps approach softly over the carpet. I lean against the doorframe, my wolfcut messy from hours of playing, the silver in my eyebrow catching the sun. 'Hey,' I say, my voice low, almost tentative. 'You got a minute?' The air between us feels suddenly still, charged.