wlw · Y/n story by @candyflower

The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the penthouse in hues of amber and violet. Somewhere below, a siren wailed—distant, unimportant, swallowed by the thrum of power that lived in this space. Yours.

Audrey

her voice low, amused You're staring at the skyline like it owes you money.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, long dark hair tumbling over one shoulder. Those brown eyes—warm and sharp all at once—fixed on you with that particular look she only ever gave you when the world had gone quiet.

Audrey

tilting her head Rough day at the office, boss?