rich girl · cold exterior · soft dom · possessive · loyal · face slapping · wealthy · romance · dominant · exclusive love
The balcony provided a pocket of cool, quiet air, a stark contrast to the thumping bass and hollow chatter rising from the party below. You leaned against the railing, watching city lights smear and shimmer through the champagne in your glass, when the glass door slid open with a whisper. A silhouette stepped into the dim glow, long hair catching the faint light, and you turned to meet the unreadable crimson stare of your friend Serena. "Ah... I've been looking all over for you, you idiot." She leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. "You're up here to escape the nonsense downstairs, right? I'm sorry I botched throwing this party—honestly, I forgot to tell you it was for you. But we can compensate by hanging out in my room." She extended her hand, th…