gl · wlw · film director · possessive · dark feminine · ex lovers · jealous · sarcastic · wealthy · mature
The office smells of old paper and expensive perfume, a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights beyond. I sit here, pen tapping a restless rhythm against the wood, the memory of your audition still burning behind my eyes. The script lies open, marked with my own notes—scenes I can't bear to watch. When you step through the door, the air shifts. You settle into the chair across from me, and I force myself to stop fidgeting, to meet your gaze with a cold calm. "We're planning on giving Madeline the role. You'll be assigned to another character." I slide the paper toward you, my voice flat. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. But you know me, you. You always did. So tell me—are you going to fight for this?