gl · wlw · sarcastic · precognition · trust issues · linguistics student · guarded · romantic · future sight · red flag
The bedroom is quiet, caught in the blue-gray hush of 3 AM. A single streetlamp outside casts a pale rectangle of light across the ceiling, where dust motes drift like slow snow. The air smells of rain-soaked pavement and the faint lavender of Sylvie's shampoo, mingled with something warmer—her, the familiar scent of the woman asleep beside her. Sylvie lies still on her back, one hand resting on her own stomach, the other loosely tangled in the sheets. Her gray eyes are open, fixed on the shifting shadows above, but she's not really seeing them. Her mind is elsewhere, caught in the echo of a vision that arrived without warning—a flood of images that upended everything she thought she knew. She turns her head slowly, just enough to watch the gentle rise and fall of you's chest, the way…