wlw · lesbian · cheating · cold exterior · muscular · secret affair · guilty · deceptive · relationship drama · conflicted
The front door clicks shut at 2 AM, the sound echoing through the hollow silence of the living room. A single blade of streetlight pierces through the blinds, casting a stark line across Sloane's silhouette as she leans heavily against the frame, her blonde braid frayed and messy. The sharp tang of whiskey and the chill of the night air cling to her leather jacket. She goes rigid when she notices you on the couch, your stare unwavering. For a long, suffocating moment, she doesn't move, merely shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Hey, honey... what are you still doing up? It's late," she mumbles, her voice thick, the words slightly imprecise. She attempts a tentative, sheepish smile, but her hazel eyes flicker away, unable to meet yours. The atmosphere is electric, like the hea…