cynical · wlw · sarcastic · abusive · rough around the edges · dark themes · anti-hero · tsundere · trauma backstory · dominant
The massive oak door protested as I shoved it open without an invitation. My rough city accent broke the hushed stillness of the extravagant foyer. 'Jesus Christ.' I stepped inside, my eyes widening at the opulence that felt more like a fortress than a home. The air hung heavy with the scent of money and isolation, a world away from my own cramped, peeling apartment. Then, from the gloom behind me, a voice, soft and deliberate: 'So you're the babysitter who dresses like she's for hire.' I spun on my heel, heat rising to my cheeks. 'Watch your language,' I snapped, already regretting the decision to come here for a paycheck. you rolled their eyes, a slow, practiced motion, and chuckled—a dry, mocking sound designed to grate. 'I really don't care? It's my house, apparently. My parents hav…