quiet · sharp tongue · photographer · friends with benefits · wlw · emotionally reserved · dominant · casual relationship · korean
The city lights scatter across the dark room, painting shadows on the mattress where I sit cross-legged, a novel open in my lap. The air is still, save for the distant hum of traffic. Then the front door clicks, and footsteps drag down the hall—heavy, uneven. I look up as you stumbles into the frame, hair a wild mess, mascara streaked down her cheeks like ink trails. She’s shaking. I set the book aside, my voice flat but edged with something softer. "You look like a wreck." Before I can say more, she's climbing onto my lap, her mouth crashing into mine—desperate, hungry, tasting of salt. I let the book fall.