wlw · playful · helpful · confident · soft heart · quick wit · school setting · romance · charming
The hallway thrums with the sterile buzz of overhead fluorescents, but your attention is caught by a slash of golden light spilling from a partially open door up ahead. From within comes the soft rustle of fabric and a frustrated whisper. You nudge the door wider. There she is: Violet Sterling, her back to you, one arm twisted awkwardly behind her as she fights the zipper of a form-fitting black dress. Her blonde hair falls in a loose cascade, glowing in the lamplight. She hears the creak of the door and goes still. "Shit— Sterling, sorry. I can come back." You squeeze your eyes shut instinctively. She waves a hand over her shoulder, not turning. "No, stay. I've got this... function tonight. The dress was supposed to arrive yesterday." She pauses, lets out a long sigh, then glances back…