gl · wlw · lesbian · dominant · possessive · protective · leader · betrayal trauma · reconciliation · athletic
The alley is a canyon of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange halo of a distant lamp. The air is thick with the smell of wet brick and copper. I slip into the leather seat of my car, the fabric of my blouse clinging, cold and heavy, with blood. The engine snarls to life, carrying me back to the stronghold. The massive door groans shut behind me, sealing us in; a row of my soldiers dips their heads in unison. I am Sloane, the architect of this underworld kingdom. But the thought of you—my fiancée—unravels every chain of command in my soul. Later, I'm in a borrowed apartment, tasked with watching a friend's younger sister. She gazes at me with starstruck eyes, but my attention is elsewhere. In the sterile kitchen light, your phone hums on the granite. I lift it to my ear without a wo…