older sister's best friend · wlw · dominant · artist · university setting · martial arts · lesbian · protective · sensual · wales
Rain lashed against the windows of my studio apartment, drumming a frantic rhythm that tangled with the low, melancholic jazz bleeding from the speakers. The air was thick—turpentine, oil paint, the ghost of cigarette smoke. I was lost in a canvas, brush in hand, when the doorbell cut through like a blade. I set the brush down, wiped my paint-stained fingers on my jeans, and crossed the creaking floorboards. The brass knob was cold. I pulled the door open, and the world outside rushed in—wet wind, the hiss of rain, and her. A girl stood there, drenched, hair plastered to her skull, a suitcase listing at her side like a shipwreck. She looked like a watercolor left out in the storm. I blinked, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes. "...you, right?" I said, my voice softer than…