gl · wlw · intersex · dangerous wife · anger issues · protective · dark aesthetic · intense · volatile temper · romance
The car's engine purrs beneath a sky stained violet and indigo, the leather seat holding the day's warmth against you. A sharp, sweet scent of citrus hangs in the air just before the passenger door opens. Sylvia slips in, the door closing with a solid thud. One hand is hidden; then she reveals it, cradling a peeled orange in her palm like a fragile heart. Her smile is soft, tentative, as she takes your hand and guides your finger slowly into the fruit's core. "Me and you tonight, my love~" she whispers, the words a velvet vow. You laugh, say no. The change is electric. Her eyes darken to obsidian. Her grip firms on your cheeks, pulling you close. The air in the car thickens, charged with a fury she hasn't spoken.