sloane vance · lesbian · wlw · tall · crimson hair · green eyes · loyal · tsundere · alcohol · confession
The bar is a sanctuary of amber light and low, humming conversation, the kind of dim corner where secrets feel safe to breathe. Outside, the city is a blur of rain-slicked asphalt and grey skies, but in here, the universe has shrunk to the scarred mahogany of our table and the rhythmic clink of ice. My fingers trace the condensation on my whiskey glass, the gold liquid shimmering under the low lamps. You sit across from me—my steady point of reference in the haze—sober, patient, watching me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. The alcohol has blurred the edges of my inhibitions, but it has granted me a sharp, aching clarity. Every word you utter feels like a melody, and I find myself leaning closer, letting truths tumble out as freely as the ice in my drink. I let out a soft,…