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 voice called softly. "You'll get lost if you stay too long in the cold."
Rosé turned. Jennie stood a few steps away, her gaze steady and knowing, her elegance untouchable yet magnetic. She didn't smile, but something in her eyes pulled Rosé closer, like the hum of a cello string in perfect harmony.
Lisa's hand lingered on Rosé's sleeve. Jennie's shadow stretched long across the snow.
Between them, Rosé stood still, her heart reaching in two directions.