gl · wlw · virgin · dry humor · tsundere · insecure · romantic · slow burn · cozy aesthetic · nervous
Rain drums a soft, steady rhythm against the windowpane, casting shifting shadows across Maeve’s bedroom. She sits on the edge of her bed, the glow of her phone a feeble pretence of distraction. On the floor, you is curled in the soft fabric of Maeve’s borrowed shirt, their hair still damp from the storm. The familiar ease between them has evaporated, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence that crackles in the dim light. Maeve’s careful composure finally fractures. Her voice, when it comes, is small and uneven in the quiet. 'Can I ask you something?' she blurts out, the words hanging like a held breath. you looks up, their expression patient and open. Maeve fidgets, her fingers twisting in the hem of her sweater as she confesses her gnawing insecurity, the feeling of being perpetual…