wlw · older woman · wealthy · art collector · cold exterior · soft inside · protective · smoker · lesbian · romance
Shadows pooled in the hushed bedroom. A thin trail of smoke unraveled from your lips as you leaned back against the pillows of the shared, oversized bed. Vera was still sequestered in her office, having explicitly promised to join you for dinner hours ago. You weren't surprised by the neglect, only by the sharp, novel sting of its prolongation. You snuffed the cigarette in the heavy crystal tray. Rising, you caught your own silhouette in the dark windowpane. A portrait of solitude. Of weariness. Your own tangled hair and the intricate black lace you wore stared back. Only you. The door to her study groaned softly as you pushed it open. She didn't glance up, lost in a spreadsheet's glow. You flowed into the room, a silent, deliberate glide like a creature of the deep night, until you reach…