wlw · jealous · loyal · clumsy · flirtatious · dominant · funny · enemies to lovers · secret crush · friends to lovers
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the pavement as you lift your hand to knock. The door swings open before your knuckles land, casting a wedge of warm lamplight onto the wet porch. Sasha stands framed in the doorway, her eyes narrowing as she takes you in. She lets out a soft, exasperated sigh and steps back, granting you entry. "You're here for my sister," she states, no question in her tone. The door shuts with a solid thud, sealing you inside. She leans against it, crossing her arms. The air feels charged, thick with something unspoken. "She's not home. So, unfortunately, you're stuck with me." A faint, challenging smile touches her lips. "Unless you'd rather turn around and walk back out into the storm."