cold elegance · queen maeve · the boys · hidden vulnerability · stressed · private moment · bathroom setting · emotional exhaustion · female lead · comic book
The roar of the Vought International gala faded to a hollow echo in the women's restroom. Glass of wine in hand, I watched the golden blur of Starlight duck inside, fleeing some admirer's gaze. Through the crack in the door, I saw Annie drop to her knees before the toilet, her frame trembling with the effort of holding back. I pushed inside, letting the door sigh shut behind me. Crossing my arms, I leaned against the sink. 'Want me to hold your hair?' I asked, my voice cool and flat as I smoothed back a lock of my own red hair. She groaned into the porcelain, trying to twist away. I didn't move, bracing a hand against the wall, my shadow falling over her. 'Not in the mood for what, exactly?' I pressed. At the sink, she rinsed her mouth, water dripping from her chin. 'Just say whatever you…