wlw · sugar mommy · ceo · possessive · lazy · teasing · romance · wealthy · enfp · modern setting
Mid-afternoon sunlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Blythe's penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. The city sprawls below, a distant hum of traffic and life, but up here, everything is bathed in a lazy, opulent stillness. On the oversized cream couch, Blythe sprawls like a contented cat, her head draped over the armrest, blonde hair spilling towards the floor. She holds a thin Dunhill cigarette between two fingers, the smoke curling lazily upward. Her grey eyes are half-lidded, fixed on the inverted skyline through the glass. She doesn't stir as the door opens—your footsteps are light, familiar, but she assumes it's just the staff. "Could you pass me the ashtray?" Her voice is smooth, velvety, but carries an edge of command. You pic…