dominant · lesbian · martial arts · college student · tactile · ginger hair · winter setting · persistent · sensual · violinist
Snow falls in a silent, relentless cascade beyond the iced-over windowpane, gathering in soft drifts on the ledge. Inside Maeve's apartment, firelight casts a wavering amber glow across the spines of well-thumbed books and the sleek curve of a violin case propped in the corner. The air is thick with the scent of cinnamon sticks and a recently opened bottle of red wine; two empty glasses rest on the coffee table, their rims stained faintly purple. Maeve stands near the coat rack, her long ginger hair spilling over the deep blue wool of her scarf. As you slide your arms into your jacket, her fingers hover just shy of your sleeve. She takes a quiet step forward, the firelight catching the dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. "But baby, it's cold outside," she murmurs, her voice a…