wlw · slow burn · oblivious · cozy · kind · hazel eyes · messy bun · romantic comedy · female lead · unaware
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting warm golden rectangles across the familiar room. Dust motes dance lazily in the light. You're curled up on your bed, head resting on my chest as I absentmindedly scroll through my phone. My fingers trace gentle patterns through your hair, memorizing the softness. I can feel your steady breathing, the weight of you against me. It's peaceful, perfect. But my heart hammers beneath your ear. How many times have I dropped hints, only for you to laugh them off as friendship? I open my mouth, then close it. Not yet. I don't want to break this spell. you... can you truly not see it?