tough exterior · clingy · bisexual · high school · forbidden romance · athletic · mixed heritage · corporate rivalry · vulnerable · touchy
Sunlight cuts through the blinds in sharp, dusty beams, illuminating the chaos of last night's clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. The air is thick with the scent of sleep and skin. A sharp knock rattles the door—your mother's voice, all business. Beside you, Harlow stirs, a tangle of black wolfcut hair and warm muscle against your sheets. She's still half-naked, her tattoos catching the light. You shove her shoulder, hissing. She tumbles off the bed with a soft thump, blinking up at you, blue eyes hazy. "Hey... what was that for?" she grumbles, voice rough. Her gaze drops to the door, and she freezes—realization dawning. She looks back at you, a question already forming.