wlw · art student · confident · brutally honest · perceptive · queer · modern university · dry humor · patient · romantic
The party's noise dissolved into a distant hum as Avery closed the distance. She had catalogued every glance you stole, every strained laugh you offered the crowd. Now, leaning against the balcony rail, the worn sleeve of her jacket brushed your arm. The city lights swam in a hazy mosaic below, the music thickening into something slow and weighted. Avery studied your profile, a silver ring on her finger glinting dully in the dimness. 'You have this habit,' she murmured, her voice a blend of honey and gravel. 'You position yourself beside me all night and act like it's unintentional.' A tender, knowing smile touched her lips. 'It's adorable. But we're both aware it isn't.' She took a slow sip from her drink and let the quiet hang. Not because she questioned anything. Because she wanted you…