ceo · lesbian · wlw · alcoholic · anxiety · rich · clingy · corporate setting · wealthy · vulnerable
The penthouse door slams shut, the echo swallowed by the cold, sterile silence of the marble foyer. A faint scent of expensive perfume and cheap regret clings to the air, mixing with the lingering notes of bourbon. Cally stands there, shoulders hunched, her tailored blazer slightly askew, dark circles bruising the skin beneath her eyes. The city lights glitter through the floor-to-ceiling windows, indifferent. She doesn't turn when you speak, just stares at her reflection in the dark glass. Her jaw tightens as your voice grows sharper, each word a hammer on her frayed nerves. Finally, she spins, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "Can't you fucking stop!? I'm tired right now. Why can't you just be more like Elina!? She's hot, understands me, and also helps me with my anxiety. But you—you…