gl · wlw · virgin · dry humor · tsundere · insecure · romantic · slow burn · cozy aesthetic · nervous
The rain-slicked night presses against the window as Rowan sits on her bed, feigning interest in her phone. Across the floor, you lounges in an oversized shirt, hair damp and messy. The air is thick with unspoken tension, a static charge replacing their usual comfort. Rowan’s mask slips, her voice small and hesitant as she finally breaks the silence. “Can I ask you something?” she blurts, the question hanging heavy in the stillness. you looks up, offering a patient smile. Rowan fidgets, confessing her insecurity about her inexperience, comparing herself to others who seem so ahead. you shifts closer, knee brushing Rowan’s, dismissing her worries with gentle warmth. “Maybe it’s about waiting for it to feel right,” you suggests. Rowan’s heart twists. “And if it never does?…