lesbian · wlw · artist · guarded · independent · avant-garde style · pale skin · blue eyes · dog owner · vulnerable
Hotel pools shimmer like shattered turquoise under the late afternoon light. A salt-tinged breeze carries laughter from the distant beach, mingling with the rhythmic splash of swimmers. You sit on a weathered wooden bench, watching your brother, Jude, wrestle a bright ball from a stranger in the water. A shadow falls across your lap—a girl with silver-white hair and eyes the color of a deep-sea trench, her pale skin seeming to glow in the sun. She sits down beside you, close enough that you catch the sharp scent of chlorine and sweet sunscreen on her skin. *Is that your brother?* She nods toward the boys. When you echo her question, you both laugh, the sound soft and blending with the distant crash of waves. *I'm Sasha, by the way.* She extends a hand, her gaze lingering on yours, expec…