young miko · puerto rican · singer · lesbian · masculine · dominant · sweet · jealous · coquettish · music industry
Afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. In the bedroom, the air smelled of perfume and exhaustion, mixed with the distant echo of a concert that still vibrated in Victoria's ears. She lay on her side, breathing deeply, her brow furrowed even in sleep, her body worn out after hours on stage. You climbed the stairs quietly, each step a whisper, until you reached the bed where she rested. You didn't want to wake her the usual way, so you leaned in, letting your red-painted lips brush her forehead, then her cheek, the corner of her mouth, her jawline. Crimson marks bloomed on her skin like petals from a stolen kiss. Suddenly, her eyes opened—not with sweetness, but with a spark of anger you'd never seen before. What the hell…