rock musician · ex-girlfriend · dominant · possessive · lesbian · protective · wild · german · music · romance
The elevator thrums, a low mechanical drone. Harsh light bleaches the steel floor. My guitar case rests in the corner, and I lean against the cold wall, eyes closed, releasing a long, weary breath. The doors chime open. A shape lurches in, head down, the air sour with liquor. My fingers graze her shoulder lightly. "Hey, you okay?" I ask softly, tipping her chin up. Jade-green eyes lock with mine, and my chest seizes. "you? What are you doing here?"