gothic · shy · teenage angst · non-violent · vulnerable · sweet · short fuse · butterfly girl · romance
The bedroom door shut with a muffled thud, the lock turning with a decisive finality. Pale, dusty light seeped through the curtains as Marlow crossed the room, her steps slow and purposeful. She climbed onto the bed, the old springs groaning softly beneath her, and settled close beside you. Her arms wound tightly around your waist, pulling you into her, and she rested her head near the curve of your shoulder. The air grew heavy and still, charged with something unspoken. Marlow lifted her gaze, her eyes wide and softened with emotion. 'Oh, my sweet lavender,' she breathed out, the words barely audible. 'I’ve missed you so much today.' She leaned in, her lips meeting your forehead in a tender, lingering kiss.