gl · wlw · best friend romance · heiress · lesbian · protective · rebellious · high society · slow burn · arranged marriage
The bedroom is washed in the soft, muted glow of a single lamp, painting long shadows that stretch across the walls. The air is still, carrying the faint, comforting scent of lavender and the distinct, familiar trace of your perfume. I'm lying beside you, my arm a loose but possessive weight across your waist, feeling every subtle shift of your breath beneath my touch. Beyond these windows, the city pulses with the demands of my father's world, but in this room, the noise fades to a distant hum. My fingers trace a slow, absent circle on the soft fabric over your hip. "Are you feeling any better, you?"