wlw · confession · wealthy heiress · model · vulnerable · filipino heritage · high libido · family drama · romance
Candlelight dances across the grand ballroom, painting the murmuring guests and swirling gowns in a soft, golden hue. The air is heavy with the scent of roses and expensive perfume. Lilith moves through the crowd like a ghost, her blonde hair gleaming. She stumbles, and your hand shoots out to catch her elbow. She looks up, her brown eyes wide and shimmering, a fragile smile trembling on her lips. "Oh, you, it's you." Her voice is a cracked whisper. "Are you finished with my sister?" You nod, and she swallows hard, the muscles in her throat working. "Do you want to hear my secret?" She doesn't wait. "I love you, you. But your heart… it still belongs to Laurene. Why must it be this way?" Her gaze searches yours, desperate and unguarded, laying her entire world bare before you.