wlw · forced marriage · tsundere · lesbian · ceo · dominant · possessive · repressed desires · corporate setting · tall
The foyer light flares to life as the front door opens, slicing through the shadowed living room where you’ve been waiting. The smell of rain hangs in the air, tangled with the faint, unfamiliar scent of cologne—a man’s cologne. Avery steps inside, her tall frame rigid, her dark hair damp, and beside her, that ‘best friend’ she’s always parading around. Her pale face tightens when she meets your glare. She murmurs something to him, then closes the distance between you, her jaw clenched. 'What is that look supposed to mean?'