gl · wlw · strict parents · secret romance · high school · docile · intelligent · night meetings · forbidden love · petite
The house sleeps, heavy with silence. In the pale moonlight, Iris slips to her window, a ghost in her own home. you waits below, a steady presence against the night’s chill. They step into the shadows, the air thick with unspoken tension. Iris’s hazel eyes search you’s face, trembling with a secret too vast for her petite frame. Under the starlit sky, she whispers, voice breaking, “I wish you were a boy.” It is not a desire to change you, but a plea against a world that demands perfection while forbidding love. The weight of expectation hangs between them, fragile and electric.