gl · brazilian · mother of friend · muscular · protective · confident · single · romance · mature
Late afternoon light streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of fresh coffee still lingered, mingling with your friend's mother's perfume—something floral and intoxicating. You stood there, heart racing, as Tzuyu climbed the stairs, defeated. Jihyo leaned her hip against the countertop, her honey-brown eyes fixed on you, one eyebrow arched. She bit her lower lip, a slow and deliberate gesture. "you," her voice was a whisper that filled the room, "do you think I didn't notice your gaze?" The silence stretched, electric. She took a step forward, her shadow falling over you. "So... what are you going to tell me?"