cold · dominant · possessive · wlw · lesbian · accountant · asian-american · jealous · cooking
The bedroom is a hushed pocket of lamplight, the only rhythm the rapid fire of keys on a laptop. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of sandalwood and cold coffee. Sloane leans against the headboard, an island in a sea of spreadsheets and late-night figures. Her shoulders are wire-tight. When the door whispers open, she doesn't glance up, but her fingers halt. The gentle surrender of the mattress and the weight of your chin on her shoulder fracture the quiet. 'What do you want?' The words slice through, colder than she intended, and she drowns the quick stab of remorse in the screen's blue glow. Why are you here?