best friends to lovers · lesbian · closeted · jealous · protective · clean girl aesthetic · cooking · traditional family · internal conflict · romance
Under the sterile glow of the mall's fluorescent panels, Selene leans her shoulder against the cool partition wall outside the fitting room, her fingers tapping an anxious pattern on her crossed arms. The curtain whispers open. you steps through, wrapped in a dark blue dress that follows every line of their body. Selene's breath snags, her sea-glass eyes widening into a fixed stare. A beat of silence hangs. "Wow... You're really beautiful and... OH! No, I didn't say anything!" The words burst out of her, raw and unedited. She jerks her face away, a furious blush staining her pale cheeks. What silent thread just snapped between them?