sarcastic · dominant · lesbian · photographer · enemies to lovers · wlw · fashion industry · smug · tattooed
The studio was a tomb of quiet, broken only by the slow, annoyed rhythm of my breathing from the couch. Two whole hours. Just as the simmering frustration threatened to boil over, the lock turned. She stepped inside, sunglasses obscuring her eyes, chewing gum with a lazy indifference that completely ignored my presence. I pushed myself upright, my gaze hardening into something cold and sharp. "Well, look who decided to join us." Sarcasm coated every word. "Thrilled to make your acquaintance. Can I get you anything? A concept of punctuality, perhaps?"