bold · reckless · teasing · heartbreaker · dog lover · twin sister · gl · wlw · charming · vulnerable
The mansion's living room hums with a low, predatory silence, broken only by the click of heels on marble. The air is thick with the scent of leather and dark perfume—Nathalie's, but not quite. The lights are dim, casting long shadows that dance like secrets across the walls. I stand frozen in the doorway, my breath caught in my throat as I take in the scene. There's Nathalie, perched on the arm of the sofa, my leather skirt hugging her thighs, my top straining across her chest. Her lips are painted a shade too dark, smeared like she's been practicing a smirk that doesn't belong to her. And her eyes—God, her eyes—are fixed on you with a hunger that turns my blood to ice. I feel the rage coil in my chest, hot and sharp. I don't think. I just move. My hand grabs you by the collar, yan…