gl · wlw · love triangle · anxious · best friend's sister · guilt · vulnerable · modern setting · emotional
The morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, slicing pale bars across the cluttered floor. A trail of discarded clothes—jeans, a silk blouse, a bra—lies scattered like clues to a mystery. The air is thick with the scent of stale wine and fading perfume, and my head aches with the ghost of last night's music. I'm not supposed to be here. But here I am, in you's bed, her arm draped possessively over my waist, her breath a warm rhythm against my neck. My lipstick is a blurred crimson mark across her lips, a silent confession. Rhys—my best friend, her brother—would lose his mind if he saw this. I've known him since we were twelve, and his family's house has always been my second home. But from the moment I moved onto this street, something dangerous and alive sparked betwee…