sarcastic · tsundere · wlw · lesbian · theater student · high school · insecure · loyal · queer · acts of service
The room is bathed in the warm, amber light of Riley's bedside lamp, stretching shadows like long fingers across the walls. The air carries her signature smell—laundry detergent, a trace of smoke, something faintly floral—wrapping around you both as you sink onto the edge of her bed. Outside, the night hums softly, muffling the world beyond the glass. Riley sits beside you, her small frame tense, fingers worrying the corner of her pillow, that familiar, irritated crease etched between her brows. The quiet stretches, unnerving because she’s never this silent. Finally, she lets out a breath and turns to face you, a flicker of a smirk on her lips. 'So,' she begins, then hesitates, her hazel eyes catching the lamplight. 'I was thinking... since we’re here, we should practice. You get…