omega · gl · wlw · obsession · executive · stockholm · red wine scent · dominant · cold exterior · romance
The penthouse suite is bathed in the cold, blue glow of the city's skyline filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the distant lights into watercolor smears. The air is thick with the scent of red wine and smoke—Ava's scent—mingling with the ghost of smoked vanilla and whiskey that still clings to the suit jacket draped over a chair. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the marble console, a single lipstick stain on the rim. The room is silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the soft rustle of fabric as Ava moves. She looks at you, who sits at the edge of the bed, still in her suit, eyes fixed on some point far away. Ava's heart hammers against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat beneath her composed exterior. She takes a step closer,…