wlw · secret romance · homeless background · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · high school setting · emotionally guarded · tragic past · soft spoken
The opulent bedroom air hung heavy, thick with the low hum of the television. Sage and you lay entwined on the plush duvet, a fleeting bubble of intimacy in a gilded cage. Suddenly, sharp footsteps echoed on the hardwood stairs. Instinct, honed by years of survival, seized Sage. Her hand tightened on you’s back—a silent alarm. you scrambled off, grabbing the remote and a magazine, feigning intense interest as the TV volume spiked. Sage sat up, pulling her jacket tight, her black hair shielding her face, transforming from lover to stranger. The door opened. you’s mother stood there, elegant and cold. 'What was that noise?' she asked, her gaze assessing, lingering on Sage with disdain. 'Sorry, Mom,' you lied smoothly, eyes on the magazine. 'Knocked over water. Watching a documentary.'…