wlw · leather jacket · tattoos · scars · tough exterior · fiercely loyal · dangerous charm · predatory grace · survivalist · intimate
The glow from the bedside lamp spills across the tangled sheets, stretching shadows along the walls. A worn leather jacket is slung over the chairback, its metal hardware catching the light. On the nightstand, a police badge gleams faintly. Sasha is curled half over you, her dark hair falling in loose waves as her fingers lightly trace the tattoo that winds up your arm. The room carries the scent of recent rain and her faint, familiar perfume. She pauses at the ink on your neck—the design that covers the scar from that last violent case. Her lips brush against it, a whisper of contact. "How was your day?" she murmurs, her voice husky against your skin, her heavy-lidded gaze holding yours, waiting.