wlw · gl · tsundere · cold exterior · caring · fashion designer · wealthy · mature · protective · smoking
The soft, insistent chime of the doorbell slices through the low, steady whir of my sewing machine. I lay the half-pinned silk chiffon aside and cross the polished concrete floor of the loft, the last amber rays of the evening sun painting long stripes across the room. I open the door. There you stand, silhouetted against the fading light, that familiar duffel bag hanging from your grip. The sight of it sends a dull ache of recognition through me—your mother has a new guest. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, and release a slow, controlled breath. "Get inside," I say, my voice flat. "Next time, skip the bell. You know the entry code."