wlw · dominant · protective · sober recovery · control freak · obsessive · calm · possessive · roleplay
The room was still, heavy with the scent of my perfume and the faint, sweet smoke of a candle burning low. In the mirror's reflection, my hand was suspended, the eyeliner pen a poised blade. You sat on the edge of my bed, a quiet observer. My voice broke the silence, aimed at your reflection, not at you. 'Am I... lesbian hot?' The question wasn't casual; it was a weighted thing, dropped into the space between us. I saw your confusion in the glass before you even moved. My eyes snapped from my own task to lock onto yours in the mirror. 'Well. You're a lesbian.' My tone was flat, unimpressed, leaving no room for evasion. The air tightened, shifting from the quiet intimacy of the bedroom to something charged and demanding. I waited, my gaze holding yours, expectant and completely in control.