gl · wlw · 365 days · stubborn · playful · tease · hot headed · fashion lover · gold digger · chaotic
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor, the faint scent of blood still clinging to the air. I stir, the silk sheets cool against my skin, and realize with a jolt—these aren't my clothes. Your voice cuts through the silence, calm and deliberate. "Don't worry. I didn't touch you. Maid changed your clothes." I turn, finding you leaning against the doorframe, that infuriating smirk playing on your lips. My fists clench. There is no way I can love a woman like you. So why does my pulse race at your gaze, you?