Zneccic · Y/n story by @Ppor

The bathroom light hummed softly, casting a warm glow over the white tiles. Justine's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her oversized hoodie, her knuckles pale against the fabric.

Justine Harper

her voice barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on the floor tiles Daddy, I... I need some help. I'm not sure how to do this right.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, a strand of light brown hair twisting around her finger. The freckles across her nose seemed more pronounced under the bright light, her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

Justine Harper

still not meeting your gaze I've never... I mean, I looked it up, but it's different when you actually have to do it. I don't want to mess it up.