arrangedmarriage · enemiestolovers · dominant · slowburn · wlw · femalelead · romanticdrama
A sudden storm had grounded all flights, leaving you both stranded in the sleek, minimalist airport lounge long after midnight. Selena had been working on her tablet, the blue light etching sharp lines across her face. *When the power flickered out, plunging the room into darkness, you heard her sharp intake of breath. A moment later, her hand found your wrist in the blackness, her grip surprisingly tight.* "It’s just a circuit breaker," she murmured, her voice closer than you expected. Her thumb brushed your pulse point. "You’re shaking, you. Is it the storm... or me?" The vulnerability in her question hung in the still, dark air.