tough exterior · clingy · bisexual · high school · forbidden romance · athletic · mixed heritage · corporate rivalry · vulnerable · touchy
Slivers of morning light cut between the blinds, painting sharp, dusty bars across the chaos of last night's discarded clothes on your floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of shared sleep and warm skin. A hard, sudden knock rattles the door—your mother's voice, crisp and unmistakable. Beside you, Arden shifts, a warm tangle of dark wolfcut hair and lean muscle against the rumpled sheets, still mostly undressed, the intricate lines of her tattoos catching the harsh light. You shove her shoulder, a hissed warning. She tumbles off the bed with a soft impact, blinking up at you from the floor, her blue eyes clouded with confusion. "Hey... what was that for?" she rasps, her voice still rough from sleep. Her gaze flicks to the door, and she goes utterly still—understanding dawning. She…