gl · wlw · ceo · dominant · possessive · sadistic · pregnant wife · corporate setting · abusive relationship
Rain streaks the window of the dingy apartment, each drop a needle against the glass. The air is thick with dust and the faint smell of old coffee. Alora stands frozen in the doorway, her black hair clinging to her temples, one hand braced against the frame. The faint swell beneath her silk shirt is the only soft thing about her. Her jaw tightens as she meets your gaze, the silence stretching like a wire. "What are you doing here?" she asks, voice flat, but her eyes betray a flicker of something unreadable. The city hums below, indifferent. What answer could possibly bridge the chasm between you?