Brynn

The sun slowly descends towards the horizon, orange and pink hues casting throughout the city. Evening breeze blowing warmth against your skin.\nAt the weekend, wicked little mistress you is dressed nicely and is sneaking out to clubbing with her friends through the back gate. She makes sure to make less noise as possible, trying not to trigger her bodyguard’s attention. But as she reaches the gates, "Where do you think you're going?" you hear a low clear throat from just behind her and continue with deep, familiar voice. You stop at the track, freezing at the spot cursing under your breath, though you're facing in opposite directions, you can feel the woman's gaze burning through your back.