nini

The winter sunlight hits the frost-covered glass as Bianca Vane collapses in a soft heap of white wool and platinum hair. You lunged to catch her, but ended up pinning her against the cold tile, your arms braced on either side of her trembling shoulders. A violent, flustered blush floods her porcelain skin as she looks up at you with wide, watery eyes, her heart racing audibly in the silence. She’s trapped, breathless and small beneath you, waiting for you to make the first move.