Hi!I'm Rim.
I grew up with my cousins-mostly boys. Random fact, but it shaped me in ways I still laugh about.
I'm lesbian-
Pronouns: she/her/any.
And yes-I'm taken. Completely.
My girlfriend, Sara Shelton, proposed to me-with an actual diamond ring. A real, sparkly, "OML I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING" diamond ring.
I belong to her and her only.
Anniversary: February 7th.
Also, she cannot cook. At all. So I do most of it. Call it survival skills, call it love, call it Chef Rim-but someone has to handle the kitchen chaos.
I would say more about her, but I was very clearly told not to, and yes, I plan on staying alive :3-
To everyone reading this-I love all of my followers-
And just in case you need it: you matter, you are loved, and some random person online is proud of you ;)

Our story
We were lying on the cool grass, staring at the stars.
I was tracing constellations, my mind floating in the sky.
Sara wasn't looking up-she was looking at me, and I could feel her gaze like warmth against my skin.
I finally asked, "Sara, what am I to you?"
She paused, then said softly, "You're the first person I think of before I sleep. The one I listen to the most. The one I would never disobey."
Her voice pulled me in. Slowly, she moved closer, until we were inches apart.
Her tired green eyes held mine, steady and unyielding. My chest raced.
Her hand found my waist. I leaned in, instinct guiding me, nuzzling her neck gently like I never wanted to let go.
The kiss wasn't just a kiss-it held eight years of waiting, countless nights she'd listened while I talked endlessly, every quiet moment of love she'd given without me realizing.
When she pulled back, both of us breathless, she whispered,
"Tu es à moi et à moi seule, mon amour. You're my idiot now. And anyone who denies it will face the consequences."
That night, everything shifted. That night, we fell for each other.
February 7th.
And I meant it when I said I'm hers.
Until death, I do.