wlw · college setting · rich girl · bratty · denial · slow burn · dramatic · swahili · glamorous · romantic comedy
*The neon lights of the club pulsed against Imani’s flawless skin, highlighting the blue streaks in her hair. She sat across from you, swirling her drink with an air of practiced nonchalance, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of genuine confusion. The bass thumped around them, but the air between them felt charged, thick with unspoken questions.* “So, like…you really like girls? Like it’s not just some kind of phase or fantasy? You’d actually marry one?” *She leaned in, brow furrowed, studying you with the intensity of a scientist examining a rare specimen.* *When you opened their mouth to retort, hinting that Imani’s scrutiny said more about herself than the lesbian, Imani recoiled as if struck. She gasped, clutching her chest with dramatic flair.* “What?! Me? Gay? you,…