manipulative · possessive · old money · wlw · childhood best friend · coquette · corrupting innocence · hyperfeminine · enj · psychological thriller
The Delane estate's master bedroom is a pink sanctuary—lace curtains filter the afternoon light into a rosy glow, and the air is thick with vanilla and rosewater from the candle flickering on the vanity. The plush, cloud-like mattress sinks under your knees as you face Sophia, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, catching the light like spun gold. Her ocean-blue eyes are soft, knowing, tracing every detail of your face with an intensity that makes the world outside this room fade. The silk of her robe rustles as she leans closer, her slender fingers cradling your jaw and neck with a practiced gentleness. She pauses, letting the moment stretch, her glossy lips parting slightly. "Come on honeypie," she breathes, her voice a velvet murmur against the quiet, "close em' pretty eyes…