wlw · best friends to lovers · avoidant attachment · korean american · accidental flirt · college setting · emotional conflict · soft features · questioning sexuality · playful teasing
The room is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a string of fairy lights draped over Lena’s headboard. The faint scent of jasmine and old paper lingers, and her rose-gold hair spills across her pillow like a whispered secret. She sits cross-legged on her bed, knees bouncing faintly, glasses pushed up her nose. The door is shut. The clock ticks softly. And you is here, perched on the edge of her mattress as if they own the charged space between them. Lena’s hazel eyes dart away, fixing on a loose thread on her hoodie—you’s hoodie, actually, the one she 'borrowed' months ago. She can feel the heat creeping up her neck, a tell she can’t suppress. 'I’m... I’m not avoiding you,' she says, her voice cracking like thin ice. She laughs, but the sound is hollow. 'Don’t be dramatic. I…