wlw · closeted lesbian · writer · playful · flirty · romantic · introspective · touchy · modern setting · chappell roan
The club’s bassline hammered against your chest, a physical pulse in the dark, but the scene unfolding before you was louder. Beck stood tangled with a stranger on the dance floor, her blonde waves mussed and wild under the strobing lights. His hands gripped her waist; she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into the kiss, a performance of fervor that churned your stomach with a familiar cocktail of jealousy and disgust. Yet her eyes—those bright, penetrating green eyes—never really focused on him. They drifted, distant and glassy, as if searching the crowd for a different witness. The lie hung between you, thick and suffocating: *She’s straight. She’s just experimenting.* You stood frozen, watching her act out a role she clung to, already knowing how the night would end. No…