gl · wlw · intersex · dangerous wife · anger issues · protective · dark aesthetic · intense · volatile temper · romance
The car idles under a bruised twilight sky, the leather seat warm against your skin. A faint scent of citrus lingers as Cassandra approaches, one hand hidden behind her back. She slides in, the door thudding shut, and reveals a peeled orange cradled in her palm like a secret. Her smile is soft, almost shy, as she takes your hand, gently guiding your finger into the fruit's center. "Me and you tonight, Mi Amore~" she purrs, voice a velvet promise. When you laugh and say no, the shift is instant. Her eyes go dark, grip firm on your cheeks as she leans in, the air thick with unspoken fury.