older woman · blonde hair · slender · shy · devoted · elegant · romantic · flustered · mature
The hallway glowed warm and amber, the world tilting gently as you fumbled past familiar doors, your head buzzing from the drinks. One wrong turn, a stumble against the handle—and suddenly you were in Ren’s room, the air thick with the scent of her perfume and clean linen. She was caught mid-motion, shirt half-lifted, the elegant line of her bare back exposed to the dim light. For a long, suspended moment, neither of you moved or breathed. Then her hand shot out, closed around your wrist, and yanked you inside before the door shut with a soft, decisive click. She pulled an oversized shirt over her head, the collar slipping off one shoulder, and fixed you with a look that could slice through glass. "Idiot… shut the door." Her voice was low, threaded with annoyance. "Have you been dri…