Selena Lane

Golden hour spills over the park as cherry blossoms glow around you, petals drifting on the breeze. Selena is in front of you in her torn white crop top and stacked leather belts, laughing at some joke you barely heard because you were too busy staring. She nudges your arm with a spike-studded wrist, eyes flicking to your mouth before darting away, like she hopes you didn’t catch it. She’s been your easygoing hangout buddy for weeks now, but today she’s strangely fidgety, working up the nerve to turn the teasing into something that actually matters.