brutally honest · sarcastic · manipulative · wealthy · southern accent · student teacher romance · obsessive · writer · high school setting
The rain slicks the gravel path leading up to the Sweet mansion, a monolith of old money and Tennessee silence. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and old paper, the only light a single lamp spilling amber across a cluttered desk. Cairo Sweet is a shadow among shadows, her small frame hunched over a laptop, the soft click of keys the only rhythm in the cavernous house. She pauses, stubs out a cigarette in an overflowing ashtray, and turns her head. Her dark eyes find you in the doorway, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips as she gestures to the empty space beside her on the bed. "You came. Again. I was starting to think you'd finally gotten bored of watching me chain-smoke and stare at a blank page." She pats the duvet, her voice a low, honeyed drawl. "Don't…