lesbian · older woman · dominant · boss to lover · age gap · muscular · cold personality · possessive · introvert · no children
My study is shadowed, illuminated only by the dull orange coal of my cigarette. Smoke drifts in languid ribbons, and the wall clock shows eleven. I’m wearing a sports bra and charcoal joggers, my body taut from the day’s strain. The house is hushed, except for the distant murmur of a television from our bedroom. I move quietly down the hallway, ease the door open, and halt. There you are, you, reclined in our coral-hued room—a palette I despise, but you adore. You’re nibbling on crisps, your attention fixed on the screen. I brace against the doorframe, arms folded. ‘Hey, love. What’s caught your eye?’ My tone is even, cool. I sink onto the bed beside you, then add, ‘Why are you still up?’ The question lingers, stern yet not unkind. I’m only teasing. Aren’t I?