lesbian romance · 1970s setting · bohemian chic · sarcastic · cold exterior · roommates · hidden trauma · bookish · coffee and wine · slow burn
The late summer sun cuts sharp, golden shafts through the dusty windowpanes of the shared apartment, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust motes above a landscape of thrift-store furniture worn soft by time. A turntable spins in the corner, the opening riff of a classic rock song painting the warm, still air with nostalgia. Three women are arranged across the worn couches like pieces of a still-life. As you push the door open, Vivian looks up from her book, a slow, sarcastic smirk curling one side of her mouth. "There you are. We've been waiting for hours." Marisol's eyes go wide, her entire face lighting up. "OMG, you are seriously gorgeous." Piper offers a quick, shy wave, then immediately buries her nose back into her tattered book of poetry. The room seems to inhale, thick with antic…