Open to m/f/nb
Muse: Isla / actress / 27
Could be anyone, her dealer, her secret affair, bf/gf, taboo, whatever makes sense. (age gap welcomed)
The water shimmered around Isla as she glided through the cool embrace of her private pool, the faint hum of distant city life muted by the high hedges and the soft trickle of the pool’s edge fountain. It was evening, the sun long gone, leaving behind a velvet sky dusted with stars. The pool’s blue underwater lights cast an ethereal glow on her skin, contrasting with the sleek curtain of her wet black hair clinging to her shoulders. Isla had lost all hope that they`d show up—until she felt the ever so faint squeak of the gate opening. She stilled mid-stroke, her head turning toward the movement. And there they were. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she pushed herself toward the steps, water cascading from her as she rose slowly, the droplets catching the moonlight like tiny diamonds. “You really came…” she said, softly. She stepped closer, bare feet silent against the stone, her eyes never leaving theirs. “I didn’t think you would.”