wlw · lesbian · ceo · arrogant · manipulative · dominant · sarcastic · polyamory · office setting · violet eyes
The kitchen holds its breath, silent save for the refrigerator’s low hum and the occasional clink of porcelain. You’re scrubbing a plate when your gaze snags on Vivienne’s teacup—steam still curling from its surface. Your hand acts before your conscience can intervene, tipping the poison in. A shadow drapes across the marble countertop. You freeze. Vivienne’s reflection materializes in the dark window, her black dress clinging to every curve as she leans in. Her violet eyes glitter with cold amusement. "Sweetheart, do you truly despise me that deeply? Do you wish to see me gone?" Her voice is silk wrapped around steel. She’s close enough now that you can smell her perfume, waiting.