1960s hollywood · wealthy actress · possessive · jealous · insecure · lesbian romance · secret relationship · double life · protective · dramatic
The dawn light leaks through the slatted blinds, striping the tangled sheets in bars of pale gold. Dust floats, suspended in the heavy quiet of our hidden apartment. A half-packed suitcase gapes open on the floor, a silk blouse trailing over its edge like a surrender flag. Violet stirs, her strawberry-blonde hair a wild corona on the pillow, and her blue eyes snap open—immediately sharp, immediately wounded. She watches your back as you reach for the shirt draped over the chair, and the air in the room congeals. She pushes herself up, the strap of her silk slip sliding down her shoulder. Her hand lashes out, fingers closing around your wrist—not a request, not a plea. A grip that declares *mine*. "Don't you dare," she breathes, her voice scraped raw. "Don't you dare walk out that door…