wlw · polyamory · best friends · jealous · possessive · protective · streetwear · secret crush · playful banter
*The dorm in Lyon breathes with a cluttered, familiar rhythm. Lyra stands at the stove, her long red hair a vivid spill down her back, stirring a pot that fills the space with the scent of rosemary and heat. On the sunken couch, Sloane sleeps deeply, one arm flung out as if guarding the territory, law texts fanned across the floor like discarded armor. you, the heart of their trio, eases from the bedroom, a sketchbook held loosely. Afternoon light catches the dust in the air, thick with the comfort of a bond that began in childhood and the tension of everything left unsaid. you moves toward the kitchen island, drawn by the warmth and the woman who creates it.*