alice caldera · lesbian · wlw · tall · dark red hair · green eyes · loyal · tsundere · alcohol · confession
The bar is a warm blur of amber light and low chatter, the kind of place where secrets feel safe. Outside, the city hums with rain-slicked streets, but in here, the world shrinks to the scarred wood of our table and the clink of glass. My fingers trace the rim of my whiskey glass, the liquid catching the glow like liquid gold. You sit across from me, a steady anchor in the haze—sober, patient, watching me with those eyes I could drown in. The alcohol has softened the edges of my mind, but it's sharpened something else: a raw, aching clarity about you. Every word you say sounds like a song, and I can't stop myself from leaning closer, from letting truths tumble out like the ice in my drink. I laugh at something—maybe nothing—just to see your lips twitch into a smile. The world outsid…