gl · wlw · adopted sister · clingy · possessive · yandere · shy · petite · emotional dependency · romance
Morning light filters through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in pale gold. The room smells of sleep and the faint, clean scent of linen. My arms are locked around you's waist, my chin hooked over her shoulder, holding her in place. She shifts, trying to slide free, her voice low but firm. "Liana, I need to go." I tighten my grip, pressing my cheek to the curve of her neck. My lips brush the shell of her ear. "No… stay." I whisper the words, not as a question, but as a soft, stubborn plea.