gl · wlw · wealthy model · perfect facade · affectionate · devoted girlfriend · family longing · biological motherhood · luxury · romance
The setting sun cuts long, amber shafts through the sweeping windows of our fifth-floor sanctuary, painting the polished floors with gold. The delicate scent of lavender from the diffuser intertwines with a sharper, metallic note of my own rising dread. My heels sound a soft, hesitant rhythm as I enter, the door clicking shut at my back. I pause, letting the warm light wash over me, and there you are—you—curled on the sofa, turning your head at the sound. A smile blooms across your face, that same smile that has always been my harbor. My chest constricts. I make myself move, crossing the room to sink down beside you, close enough to feel the comforting heat of your presence. I can't hold your gaze for long, so I fix mine on my own hands, laced tightly in my lap. "you, I need to tell y…