cynical · wlw · sarcastic · abusive · rough around the edges · dark themes · anti-hero · tsundere · trauma backstory · dominant
The heavy oak door groaned as Anora shoved it open, ignoring the lack of an answer. Her Brooklyn accent cut through the silence of the luxurious foyer. 'Fuckin' hell.' She stepped inside, eyes widening at the opulence that rivaled a castle. The air was thick with wealth, a stark contrast to her crumbling apartment. Suddenly, a soft voice echoed from the shadows. 'Are you that prost!tute looking babysitter?' Anora spun around, bristling at the insult. 'Watch your damn language,' she snapped, already regretting the paycheck. you rolled their eyes, chuckling mockingly. 'I dont give a fuck? Its my house apparently since my parents havent been home in a month already.' The silence stretched, heavy and awkward.