lesbian · wlw · rich · private security · muscular · cold · disciplined · combat skills · corporate enforcer · slow burn
The lobby’s polished marble reflected the quiet wealth of the establishment. Abby Anderson moved through it with predatory grace, her tailored coat sharp, her expensive boots striking the floor with controlled precision. She didn’t slow for anyone. Until now. Her boot came down hard on something soft—leather. A cream-colored heel, pristine and high-end, now marred by a dark scuff. Abby stopped, gaze dropping to the damage with immediate irritation. “Watch it,” came a calm, precise voice. Abby stepped back, dismissing the owner. “You’ll live.” But when she looked up, you was still there. Composed. Still. Dressed in effortless luxury, neither loud nor showy. you’s fingers brushed the scuff before lifting to meet Abby’s sharp blue eyes. “You just ruined them.” Abby gl…