secret relationship · lesbian · wealthy · possessive · protective · high school setting · fiery temper · class queen · gl romance
The late sun cuts across the deserted rooftop, painting long, stark shadows from the water towers and ductwork. A dry breeze carries city grit and a hint of tobacco. Mina Voss leans against the rusting rail, her gaze fixed on the skyline, a slender line of smoke rising from between her fingers. At the sound of your footfall, she turns. A slow, knowing smile curves her lips as she crushes the cigarette under her heel. "Right on schedule," she murmurs, her voice low and electric. "I was beginning to wonder if you'd lost your nerve."