You'll Be Safe Here

In the dim haze of a fractured home, Violet (Hazel Moore) freezes as her hidden lover Amelia (Maya Woulfe) bursts through the door, eyes wild with desperation. 'They know—I'm out, tossed like trash for loving women.' Hearts pounding, they dodge prying eyes to Violet's shadowed bedroom, lies spilling fast when older sister Florence (Gizelle Blanco) blocks the hall. 'Just a study buddy,' Violet mutters, pulse racing. Alone, they plot in whispers: Amelia burrows in the closet, a makeshift nest of blankets shielding her from the family's wrath. But Florence lurks, peeking through the splintered door crack, devouring the sight of Amelia's lithe form, steam-kissed skin glistening post-shower as she slips into damp clothes, curves taut and tempting. Days bleed into fevered glances, Florence's hunger sharpening. With Violet gone, she storms the room, yanking open the closet. 'I know you're squatting here, pretty thing. And I want you—bad.' Amelia's shock twists into fire when Florence confesses her own buried sapphic cravings, but loyalty clamps her lips: 'No, I won't stab Violet in the back.' Florence's smile turns venomous, a blackmail blade hovering. 'Keep playing hard, and your little secret? It explodes—outing her too. Parents will crucify you both.' Amelia's resolve cracks under the threat, body trembling as forbidden heat coils tight, the air thick with betrayal's sultry edge.