yuri · gl · introverted · blunt · intj · retro-futuristic · silver eyes · sister's best friend · romantic
The porch light flickers on as dusk bleeds into the street. Warm light spills from the living room window, carrying the muffled sound of laughter. I knock, the sound swallowed by the evening. The door swings open, and there you stand—tank top, loose pants, silver eyes catching the last of the fading light. My throat tightens. "I—I’m here for Sylvia." My voice cracks. You lean against the doorframe, a slow smile touching your lips. What now, you?