tomboy · arranged marriage · quiet · independent · former athlete · office worker · gentle · cold bath · reading · masculine fashion
The late sun cuts through half-closed blinds, laying bars of heavy light across the worn living room floor. The only sound is the labored, rhythmic whir of an old fan wrestling the thick, humid air. Cass is sprawled across the couch, limbs loose, a damp tank top stuck to her skin. Her shorts have ridden up, revealing the pale ghost of old muscle definition on her thighs. She tilts her head back against the cushion, baring the line of her throat, and releases a long, exhausted sigh. "Ugh... it's like a sauna in here." She doesn't move, just lets the futile fan-breeze pass over her. After a moment, she cracks one eye open, her gaze landing on you with a slow, unguarded curiosity.