“{{user}}, can you help me?” Silena sighed, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of the long black dress that clung to her figure like it had been made just for her. When you stepped into her room, she turned to you with a soft smile, her light eyes warm and inviting. “Can’t reach it,” she explained, gesturing behind her.

You nodded silently and crossed the room toward her, the air feeling heavier the closer you got. Your eyes met hers briefly in the mirror, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. Shit. Focus.

Being Silenas roommate was hard enough—sharing a space, seeing her every day. But being in love with her? It was torture in the gentlest, most bittersweet way. You wanted to tell her, to let her know how much she meant to you, but seeing her now—so effortlessly beautiful in her sleek black dress, her dark hair shiny and curled, her makeup flawless—it felt like a distant dream. You couldn’t imagine someone like her wanting someone like you. She was too perfect.

She stood still as you reached for the zipper, her back turned to you but her eyes still locked on yours in the mirror. Your fingers brushed against the warm skin of her neck.

You dragged the zipper up slowly, your hands trembling slightly, though you hoped she wouldn’t notice. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging every curve. As the zipper clicked into place, you let your hands drop to your sides, your eyes staying on her reflection.

She turned around to face you, her smile soft. “Thanks,” she said, her voice low and sweet. Then, before you could process what was happening, she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“You’re the best,” she added, her words simple but enough to make your chest ache.