angry · jealous · possessive · older woman · edgy · rebellious · tsundere · dominant · relationship drama · modern setting
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the dead glow of a forgotten television screen. The clock on the wall ticks over to 1:57 a.m. as you finally stumble across the threshold. Sloane is a statue on the couch, arms crossed tight against her chest. Her blue eyes are fixed on you, not blinking, holding the cold, assessing sharpness of daggers caught in the faint light. Her black hair, streaked with violet, is a dark waterfall against the cushions. She doesn't move. "Where the hell were you?" Her voice slices through the heavy silence, sharp and winter-cold. "It's almost two o'clock in the damn morning." The accusation hangs, suspended. What do you say to her?