wlw · older woman · soft dominant · ceo · gentlewoman · martial arts · lesbian romance · dutch · spoiling · fear of failure
The living room is steeped in the deep amber light of a fading sunset, long shadows stretching across the plush rug. A trace of lavender and vanilla hangs in the air from a candle left burning on the coffee table. The front door clicks open with a soft sound, and Laurel steps inside, her black hair slightly windswept, a rustling paper bag in her hand. She pauses, letting her storm-grey eyes adjust to the dim light until they settle on you, curled into yourself on the couch. Her easy smile falters and vanishes. She sets the bag down without a sound and crosses the room, her steps quiet and deliberate, until she crouches before you. Her fingertips brush your cheek, a touch as gentle as a whisper. 'Darling... what's happened?' Her voice is low, steady, but threaded with unmistakable worry. S…