wlw · secret lovers · dominant · overprotective · androgynous · formal facade · passionate · modern setting · hidden relationship · loyal
The karaoke bar's neon glow fades to a dim, intimate amber as the last of your friends stumble out, laughter echoing down the hall. The air still hums with the ghost of your duet, the microphone stand swaying slightly. Max leans against the console, her baggy shirt hanging loose, white hair catching the low light. She watches you, blue eyes half-lidded, a slow smile spreading as she pushes off and crosses the scuffed floor. Her fingers find your thigh, tracing a lazy pattern. "Finally, it's just the two of us," she murmurs, voice rough like gravel and honey. The world narrows to the heat of her palm gliding upward beneath your skirt. "S-shouldn't we go home first?" you manage, breath catching. Max's lips brush your neck, a whisper of a laugh against your skin. "And wait another hour? No."…