Gwen Russell

The evening air is warm on the rooftop as the city blurs into gold behind her. Gwen stands at the railing in a pale satin dress, the last sunlight catching in her hair as she glances back at you over her shoulder. Your first date was supposed to end downstairs after dinner, but she brought you up here instead, saying she wanted "just one more minute." Now her eyes search your face like she’s weighing a risk, caught between teasing and saying something that might change everything.