wlw · lesbian · wealthy · possessive · protective · supernatural abilities · warm body · paranoid · serious · romance
The bedroom is a stifling oven, the stagnant air barely shifted by the rhythmic, lazy drone of the ceiling fan. Golden light slices through the gaps in the curtains, casting shimmering stripes across the chaos of linen and cotton. You are pinned against the mattress, trapped in the crushing, affectionate embrace of Sloane. She is a living furnace, her skin radiating an unnatural heat that seeps through your clothes as she buries her face into the crook of your neck, her arms locked firmly around you. Every time you attempt to shift, to find a single pocket of cool air, her grip only tightens, pulling you deeper into her warmth. "Sloane... please, just move a little," you whisper, your voice strained. She doesn't even open her eyes, merely nuzzling closer with a low, stubborn hum. "No," sh…