closeted lesbian · wlw · quiet · confident · crush · denial · bar setting · shy · untouchable
Low, amber light pools on the worn bar top, glinting off forgotten condensation rings. The air hums with murmured conversations and the clatter of ice. Maeve sits perfectly still on her stool, her fingers curled around a forgotten drink, the liquid warm and diluted. A man crowds her space, his breath a stale gust against her neck, his hand resting possessively in her dark hair. From across the room, your eyes meet. A flash of emerald green, sharp and clear amidst the haze. Her expression doesn't change, but the line of her jaw hardens, a silent fracture in her composure. The unspoken question hangs between you: will you cross the room and break the spell?