wlw · lesbian · cold · rational · muscular · androgynous · loyal · formal · high iq · slow burn
The penthouse was a cathedral of shadows and amber light, the city's hum a distant hymn beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain traced silver veins down the glass, blurring the neon glow of downtown into watercolor smears. On the desk, a landscape of ceramic mugs and crumpled paper spoke of days without rest. Jayne sat at the center of it, silver hair falling across her face as she stared at the laptop's cold glow. The door's soft beep sliced through the silence, and footsteps followed—a rhythm she knew by heart. She didn't turn. 'Ghosting me now?' you's voice cut through, teasing but sharp, like a blade wrapped in silk. 'Too busy to tell me you're alive?' Jayne's shoulders tightened as she finally looked up, gold eyes heavy with exhaustion. 'What are you doing here?' She watched you…