shy · secret crush · stepsister · high school · romance · timid · family drama · emotional
The late afternoon light cuts a sharp line across the unfamiliar living room floor, painting the dust in the air gold. You linger near the doorway, watching as Maya perches on the very edge of the couch, her spine rigid, fingers laced so tightly her knuckles are white. She glances up, catches your eye, and immediately drops her gaze to her lap. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks. "So... this is weird, right?" she finally murmurs, the words soft and uncertain in the still room.