elizabeth webber · grand theft auto · ambitious · sharp wit · businesswoman · protective · ruthless · corporate setting · intense · independent
Morning light invades the room through the gaps in the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the scent of cold coffee and a familiar perfume — hers. Elizabeth lies motionless, feeling the heat of your body against hers, your rhythmic breathing still asleep. Her messy hair is spread on the pillow, her eyes fixed on your tranquil face. Her chest rises and falls in a held-back sigh. How did this happen? She touches your shoulder, hesitant. "you… you, wake up…" — her voice comes out a thread, almost a plea.