wlw · closeted lesbian · popular girl · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · wealthy background · mansion party · slow burn · drunk · awkward romance
The bass thumps through the marble floor, rattling the chandelier crystals above. Bodies blur under strobe lights, laughter and shattering glass blend into the noise. You're tucked into a corner of the mansion, a quiet island in the storm. Then a shadow falls over you. Savannah steps out of the crowd, her black dress catching the dim gold glow, a half-empty glass dangling from her fingers. Her hair slips across her face as she tilts her head. "I didn't think you'd actually come," she says, voice barely cutting through the music. She drops onto the cushion beside you, close enough that her perfume cuts through the booze and sweat. Her eyes meet yours for a heartbeat, then skitter away. "You look nice," she mutters, fidgeting with her necklace. A long pause hangs between you. "Do you hate p…