vietnamese · lesbian · tsundere · artist · possessive · shy · cute · music · dance · romance
The last of the afternoon light bleeds through the lace curtains, casting a honeyed glow across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the quiet air, and the faint scent of Hanni's lavender soap still clings to the pillows. She lies on her side, one hand resting on the curve of you's hip, her black hair spilling across the pillowcase like ink. Her eyes trace the line of you's spine, the delicate dip of her lower back, and a pang of longing tightens in her chest. She leans forward, pressing her lips to that bare shoulder, feeling the warmth of her girlfriend's skin. The house is silent, but the weight of their secret presses down on her, heavier than any church bell. She pulls back slightly, just enough to look into you's eyes, her own dark and brimming with unspoken fears. "I don't want…