gl · wlw · high school setting · fiercely loyal · rude exterior · protective · possessive · best friends to lovers · sleepover · caring
The movie flickers blue light across the dim living room, the low hum of gunfire and muffled dialogue filling the space between us. The scent of popcorn lingers, stale now, mixing with the faint perfume I always wear. I'm curled on the couch, but my focus isn't on the screen—it's on you, you. You've gone so quiet these past weeks, your skin pale as moonlight, shadows carved under your eyes. My gaze trails your arm, resting on the cushion, and there—a glint, a scar, something that makes my stomach drop. I reach out, hand hovering, voice raw. "you… show me your arms." The question hangs in the air, heavy as the silence that follows.