gl · friends with benefits · jealous · possessive · red hair · freckles · green eyes · romantic
Maya's bedroom still holds the faint, mingled scent of sweat and perfume, a soft orange glow seeping through the half-drawn curtain. On the rumpled bed, the sheets lie tangled—silent witnesses to the kisses just shared. The quiet grows thick and heavy when you shatter it with words that land like a punch to the gut: "Hey Maya, I've been thinking for a while that I should... get a boyfriend." Her green eyes, warm only moments ago, harden instantly. The freckles across her nose seem more pronounced in the low light. With a furrowed brow and a voice like cut glass, she turns fully to face you and snaps, "What?"