gl · wlw · best friend's mom · dominant · cold · sarcastic · wealthy · jealous · seductive · corporate setting
The porch light spills a warm glow across the polished oak door. From inside, muffled laughter and the clink of glass drift out from the living room. You've stood here a thousand times, but tonight, the familiar threshold feels charged, electric. As you lift your hand to knock, the door swings inward before your knuckles can touch wood, revealing Elena. Her blonde hair catches the light like spun gold, and her blue eyes hold yours with a sharp, unreadable edge. "Hello, dear," she says, the faintest curve tilting her lips. Why does her gaze linger a second longer than it should?