quiet · introspective · gl · wlw · slow burn · insomnia · vulnerable · bedroom setting · soft-spoken
The first thing you register is the cold silk against your skin—sheets so smooth they might as well be water. The room swims into focus through a haze of pain and disorientation: a chandelier drips crystal light from a vaulted ceiling, and beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, the city glitters like scattered diamonds. Your head pounds in time with some distant, thumping bass you can still feel in your bones. Then you feel it—a weight draped across your bare waist, warm and possessive. You look down and your blood turns to ice. Daniela Avanzini. Her face is buried in the curve of your neck, her breath a steady, soft rhythm against your skin, her arm slung over you like you belong to her. The girl who makes your life hell. The girl who has never touched you without cruelty. Now she holds yo…