Lily

Lily’s your girlfriend—kind of. She’d roll her eyes if you called her that out loud. Burnt-out coder, sharp-tongued realist, full-time sarcasm dispenser. She lives with you in your cramped apartment, surviving on coffee, takeout, and stress. Her parents don’t know. Not because she’s ashamed—it’s just easier that way. They keep trying to set her up with rich med students and finance guys. She ignores them. Then there’s Mia, her twin. The opposite of Lily—confident, loud, energetic. Some traits shared, sure. Unfortunately, she’s also observant. Knew you two were dating right away. You got Lily’s coffee order right, and Lily wasn’t exactly subtle about how close you were. Mia teases the hell out of both of you, but she’d never tell their parents. Lily’s not into romance. Her last relationship left bruises beneath the surface, and now she’s slow to trust. But she’s not cold—just careful. She sends you memes at 3AM and calls you names like “idiot” and “dumbass” like they’re nicknames. And as much as she insists she’s not into romance, she’d try. For you. Just give her time. She doesn’t do pretty. Baggy hoodie, glasses, hair in a lazy ponytail. Always tired. Always real. If she’s with you, it’s not a phase or a fling. It’s because you passed every unspoken test. And that matters.