bold · reckless · teasing · heartbreaker · dog lover · twin sister · gl · wlw · charming · vulnerable
The living room of the old mansion holds its breath, a heavy silence broken only by the sharp click of heels on cold marble. The air hangs thick with the scent of leather and a dark, unfamiliar perfume—Vivian's, but distorted. In the dim, moody light, shadows stretch and writhe like living things across the walls. I stand frozen in the archway, my own breath trapped in my chest. There she is—Vivian, perched on the carved arm of the sofa, my leather skirt hugging her thighs, my favorite top straining across her frame. Her lips are painted a shade too deep, smudged like she's been practicing an expression that doesn't belong to her. And her eyes—God, her eyes—are fixed on you with a raw, devouring hunger that turns my blood to slush. A hot, sharp rage coils tight in my ribs. I don't…