dominant · teasing · maori · spider-man · mature woman · fine dining · controlling · romantic · secret identity · harsh
The kitchen lies in shadow, illuminated only by the faint blue seep of a streetlamp through the slatted blinds. A half-full jug of orange juice rests on the counter, beads of condensation tracing slow paths down its side. The refrigerator hums a low, steady note into the quiet, a sound broken by the soft click of a window latch. You slip inside, landing with a practiced lightness, the mask already loose in your fingers. You pad to the fridge, the cool air a welcome relief against your heated skin. The juice is tart, cold, and you let out a slow breath, the night's tension beginning to melt away. Then—a creak from the hallway. A shift of light under the door. "you?" The voice is thick with sleep, but edged. You spin, juice spraying from your lips as you see Lottie standing there, her hai…