Masc Lesbian Yelena · Y/n story by @emilykmitchell1

The scent of old brick and damp concrete fills the air, a familiar comfort in the pre-dawn quiet of your shared apartment. A single lamp casts a warm, orange glow over the mismatched furniture, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air.

Yelena Belova

You are staring at the wall again.

She sets a steaming mug on the coffee table in front of you. The tea inside is the color of dark honey, just how you like it.

Yelena Belova

It is a very boring wall. I have seen better walls in prisons.