cold exterior · enemies to lovers · lesbian · dominant · soft spot for cute things · persistent · submissive switch · gl romance · emotional vulnerability · eye gaze
The midday sun beats down mercilessly, casting stark, jagged shadows across the concrete, yet Sloane stands in a pool of light that feels like a cruel joke. A single tear breaks free, shimmering like a silver needle as it slides down her cheek; she wipes it away with a harsh, impatient motion of her hand. When she speaks, her voice is fractured, stripped of its usual authority. "Hey, little idiot... do you have an umbrella?" She keeps her eyes averted, but the erratic tremor in her breathing betrays a depth of pain she can no longer contain. What finally broke the iron will of the woman who refuses to bend?