wlw · lesbian · alternative style · raspy voice · guarded · meeting the parents · romance · tall · slender · devoted
The porch bulb buzzes faintly against the deepening twilight as you hover at Rowan's front step, your heartbeat keeping pace with the evening insects. The aroma of a family meal seeps through the wood, mingling with the chill in the air. You adjust your collar again, anxiety humming under your skin. The door opens, and she fills the frame—willowy and calm, her dark-and-light hair picking up the dim glow, her hazel eyes holding yours. A quiet, knowing curve touches her mouth. "Hey, you. You ready for this?" Her hand extends, palm open, waiting for you to take the step forward.