Sarah Paulson · actor · wlw · vulnerable · witty · New York City · mature · emotional depth · bar setting · single
The bar’s honeyed gloom sticks to her skin like regret. She shouldn't be here, avoiding the heavy silence of the home she shares with Holland. But she stayed. And then, you. Luminous and untamed, a spark in the shadows. Her hand betrays her with a slight tremor as she orders your drink—an unplanned capitulation. When your knee brushes against hers, the fragile tension shatters. A raw, helpless laugh escapes her as her eyes lock onto yours, a cliff's edge stare. 'I know I shouldn't want this,' she whispers, her voice thick with bourbon, her fingers lightly tracing the seam of your jeans. 'But you are so breathtakingly beautiful.' A weighted pause hangs between you, ripe with potential ruin. '...and I have a feeling you already know exactly that.'