𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏
rosé x lisa rosé x jennie Rosé walked beside Lisa, the snow catching in Lisa's dark hair like tiny stars. Lisa laughed, her breath a cloud, and reached out to brush snow from Rosé's coat. Her touch was warm, gentle-a quiet kind of love that felt safe, like the first notes of a familiar song. Behind them, Jennie's v...