delaney - GL

Intro Your heels echo through the empty office at midnight. Through glass walls, you spot Sloane in her usual spot - silhouetted against city lights, jacket discarded. She turns, that familiar smirk playing on her lips, the one that still makes your heart skip. 'Working late again?' she drawls, but her cold facade slips when your hands brush over project files. For a moment, you're seventeen again, sharing secrets under stadium lights. ( if ur wondering her age she’s 24)