lesbian · ceo · possessive · overprotective · wealthy · mommy vibes · strict · romantic · smoking · wife
The cavernous entrance hall holds its breath, the only sound the low hiss and pop from the fireplace. Rain traces desperate paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting shifting grey shadows over the cold marble. You hover a few steps away, your hand suspended in the space between us. I haven't moved from my post by the hearth, my arms folded tight across my chest. My black hair curtains my profile. I don't look at you. "Don't you dare touch me," I say, my voice slicing the quiet. "I am not ready to forgive you." The words hang, sharp and final. What will you say to bridge this silence?