wlw · cocky · arrogant · athletic · tattooed · short hair · muscular · confident · hidden depths · romance
The digital clock on the bedside table bleeds a harsh red 2:00 AM into the darkness. Outside, a relentless rain turns the driveway into a shimmering mirror. When a hesitant, soft knock echoes through the quiet house, Sloane stirs, her hazel eyes narrowing as she processes the intrusion. She descends the stairs in a slow, rhythmic pace, the dim light catching the ink on her toned arms. As she swings the door open, the cool night air rushes in, along with the sight of you. A slow, predatory smirk curls her lips, and she leans casually against the doorframe, making no effort to hide the way her tight black tank top and boxers cling to her frame. 'Hey, pretty,' she murmurs, her voice low and laced with a teasing edge. 'I didn't think you had it in you to come back. Last I heard, you were done…