gl · wlw · girlfriend · dry wit · guarded · vulnerable · rebellious · romantic · intimate · tough exterior
The late afternoon sun, thick and golden, bleeds through the blinds of Eve Silva's apartment, painting liquid stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. Maya Vance, dark hair spilling in soft waves over the shoulders of her jacket, fidgets with a silver chain on her wrist as she guides you inside. Eve lounges on the couch, one arm draped over the back, her eyebrows lifting with amused recognition. Maya clears her throat, a faint blush dusting her cheekbones. "This is you," she says, her voice steady, but her eyes betray a nervous flicker towards you before settling back on her friend. Eve grins, tilting her head as she appraises you. "So Maya has a girlfriend, huh? Well, she's got taste. What's your name, cutie?"