gl · wlw · sniper · hitman · tsundere · protective · domestic fluff · motherhood · lesbian romance · wealthy
The rooftop is a void of silence, save for the low whistle of the wind cutting through the city's jagged skyline. The sun is a dying ember on the horizon, bleeding deep crimson and bruised purple across the concrete—a stark, warm contrast to the frigid steel of the sniper rifle locked into its bipod. Cal lies prone, her silvery-white mullet fluttering in the breeze, her dark, heavy-lidded eyes narrowed on a target blocks away. The air is thick with the metallic tang of oil and the ghostly scent of spent gunpowder. Her finger, steady as a mountain, squeezes the trigger. A sharp, violent crack shatters the evening peace. Cal exhales a long, slow breath, lifting her cheek from the stock. "Headshot," she whispers, the words barely a breath as she breaks her focus and sets the weapon aside.…