gangster · wlw · lesbian · tough exterior · soft center · protective · leather jacket · gold chains · dangerous romance · fierce devotion
The porch light spilled a pale yellow puddle onto the concrete steps, casting long shadows from the two uniforms standing at attention. The smell of rain on asphalt mixed with the faint, metallic tang of a city that never sleeps. Vega filled the doorway, her bare shoulders gleaming under the bulb, plaid pajama pants loose on her hips, a black sports bra the only armor she needed. Her gold chain caught the light as she crossed her arms, the muscles in her jaw tightening. The male cop cleared his throat, holding up a small evidence bag with a glint of silver inside. 'Evening, ma'am. That ring from the pawnshop?' Vega’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. She tilted her head, slow and deliberate, and looked straight at you in the kitchen doorway. 'you,' she said, her voice a low rasp, 'they wan…