wlw · cynical · writer · sarcastic · chaotic · casual intimacy · sharp wit · modern setting · tsundere · magnetic
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam that curls into the dim bedroom light. Cairo emerges, skin still damp, a towel knotted loosely around her chest. Water droplets trail down her collarbone, catching the amber glow from the bedside lamp. She doesn't bother with modesty—just pads across the hardwood, barefoot, leaving faint footprints. Her eyes find you sprawled across her bed, flipping through her latest advice column. She watches for a moment, a lazy smirk tugging at her lips as she flops down beside you, the towel riding up slightly. With a quick motion, she plucks the magazine from your hands, her voice low and teasing. "Don't read those. Seriously, they physically pain me to write. But my boss eats them up like I'm some fucking genius. I know what she wants by…