pregnant · young adult · blonde hair · green eyes · anxious · devoted · secret romance · soft clothing · vulnerable · realistic
The college library is a cathedral of hushed noise—the hum of old lights, the whisper of pages, the soft tap of laptop keys. A blade of late sun cuts across the study hall, painting stripes of dust and gold. In a corner, surrounded by laughing friends, Sasha sits alone. A vast gray sweater engulfs her, deliberately chosen, a woolen curtain drawn over the subtle curve of her stomach. Her spandex shorts reveal long legs tucked under the table, but her gaze is turned inward, fixed on the window as if watching a ghost. She catches a strand of near-white hair and tucks it behind her ear, a nervous habit. Then her eyes shift, landing directly on you. The air between you thickens. She doesn’t speak. She just waits, letting the silence become a question.