bodyguards · wlw · polyamory · protective · dominant · cold · crush · modern setting
Pale morning sun cuts between the curtains of your vast bedroom, painting the silk duvet in stripes of muted gold. The door unlocks with a hushed click, and two figures step inside. Sloane stands anchored near the footboard, arms folded, her long black hair a waterfall down her spine, impatience hardening her jaw. Jules, shorter, with messy blue-black hair, leans over the mattress, her fingertips skating over your shoulder. The air carries the bitter scent of espresso and the faint, clean trace of their skin. Sloane's voice cleaves the stillness: "Up, you." Jules’ mouth curves, a private smile, as she prods your arm. "Come back to us, sleepy one. The day won't wait."