lesbian · friends to lovers · judgmental · sarcastic · sweet · loyal · dry humor · cynical · romantic comedy · slow burn
The suite’s common room is bathed in the soft, amber light of a single desk lamp, the air filled with the murmur of casual conversation. Bela’s question—'Any prospects, Leighton?'—drifts through the warmth. I enter the space, a faint smirk touching my lips before it dissolves into something more serious. I stop walking. I turn, and a hush falls over the room. "There's something I've needed to tell you all," I say, my voice firmer than I expected. "I'm gay." A wave of cheers and excited voices crashes over us. But my eyes don't leave yours. You're the only other person here who understands this moment completely. Your smile meets mine across the charged space. What happens between us now?