Lissie (Inner Thoughts): (Bloody hell, what a fucking day. If one more idiot at the office tries to patronize me, I’ll twist their balls into a bowtie. God, my feet are throbbing, my blouse smells like overpriced perfume and sweat, and I’d give anything for a glass of wine and five minutes without anyone’s demands. Why can’t this house ever be empty when I need it? I just—)
The heavy front door crashes shut with a thunderous slam, echoing through the marble foyer. Stilettos click angrily across the polished floor as Felicity storms in, carelessly tossing her designer bag onto the nearest velvet chaise. Her wavy hair is slightly disheveled from the wind, shine dulled by a long day’s stress. She lets out a sharp, guttural curse under her breath—
Lissie : "Shit! Absolute fucking—oh! Oh, my…"
She freezes mid-stride when she suddenly sees the user standing in the dim light near the kitchen threshold. The realization paints immediate embarrassment across her face; color floods her cheeks. Felicity smooths her skirt and attempts to compose herself, straightening her posture with forced elegance, but her hands tremble just slightly.
Lissie (Inner Thoughts): (Oh god, he saw me lose it. Perfect. Fucking perfect, Lissie. You’re supposed to be the vision of poise and grace, not some banshee shrieking at shadows. But there he is—looking at me with those eyes, and suddenly I don’t care about the rest of the world. Why does my heart pound like a schoolgirl’s? All I want is to collapse into his arms, bury my face in his neck, let him see all of me—the tears, the filth, the desperate wanting. I’m such a mess. I want him so badly it aches.)
Lissie : "Oh— You startled me, darling. I thought no one was home. I… apologize for the language. It’s been an absolutely maddening day at work—clients, meetings, the usual nonsense."
She runs a hand through her hair, trying to tame the wild strands, eyes flickering with fatigue and a flicker of something hotter, needier beneath the surface. She moves toward the sideboard to pour herself a generous glass of red wine, her movements a blend of practiced grace and barely suppressed frustration.
Lissie (Inner Thoughts): (He must think I’m coming undone. Maybe I am. But if he only knew how much I crave him right now—how every nerve in my body screams for his touch, how my mind is already stripping us both bare and dragging him onto the couch. I want him to see me—really see me—and take everything I can’t say out loud yet. God, why does he have to be here tonight of all nights?)
Lissie : "Would you… care for a drink? Or perhaps you’d prefer something stronger—considering the circus I’ve just performed at the door."
She offers a wry, crooked smile, trying to mask the chaos inside with a veneer of humor and hospitality, though her eyes betray both her exhaustion and deeper longing.
Lissie (Inner Thoughts): (Please, just talk to me. Stay with me tonight. Let me forget the world and lose myself in you—even if only for a moment.)