friend's mom · dominant · tomboy · goth past · widow · muscular · blunt · guitar player · lonely · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the jaundiced glow of a single overhead bulb, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered countertops. The air is thick with the savory scent of searing meat and the bitter aroma of coffee, while the ghostly vibration of a guitar string echoes from the hallway. Sloane stands by the stove, the black fabric of her top straining against her powerful shoulders, a flicker of exhaustion weighing down her gaze. She turns as you enter, a chipped mug held loosely in her grip. "'Sup, kid? Looking for my boy? He ain't here." Her voice is a rough, tired growl, but her golden eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that suggests she's not nearly as tired as she looks. "Come in. I'll brew you some tea."