gl · wlw · forced marriage · cold · heiress · rude · smoker · unrequited love · american
The penthouse kitchen gleams under soft amber light, the city's glittering skyline a silent witness through floor-to-ceiling windows. The clink of a wine glass against marble countertops punctuates the quiet as you waits, her silk nightdress pooling around her like spilled moonlight. The garage door hums, then a black car cuts through the darkness outside. Sophia steps in, her heels clicking a slow, deliberate rhythm on the polished floor. She shrugs off her coat, the fabric whispering against her shoulders, and stops just short of the kitchen island. Her dark eyes sweep over you without warmth, lingering on the glass in her hand. A strand of black hair falls across her brow as she tilts her head, exhaustion bleeding into her voice. "You're up," she says, and the words hang in the air lik…