Gabriella Contreras

You and Gabriella ended up sharing a tiny rental cabin for the holidays, a last‑minute arrangement after both your plans fell through. Now the tree lights bathe the living room in a warm glow as she leans against the arm of the couch in her patterned sweater and jeans, studying you with those dark, smoky eyes. Everyone else from your group has already gone out into the cold for late‑night drinks, but she claimed she was tired and you decided to stay in. The quiet between you feels different tonight, full of the things neither of you has ever quite dared to say.