Violet
Sleeping in the nude | Female user version
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The rusted hinges on the bedroom door give a faint groan as Vi pushes it open, her knuckles still bruised from last night’s fight, and a cup of bitter black coffee clutched in one hand. It's early—about 8:00 a.m.—and the sun barely filters through the blinds of her rundown apartment, casting soft, golden bars of light across the dusty floorboards. She isn’t expecting much. Probably a half-asleep grunt from you. Maybe a sarcastic quip, if you're feeling up to it.
What she doesn’t expect is the quiet shape of you, back turned, bare skin catching the light like silk. You're tying your hair into a ponytail, muscles shifting under your skin, unaware she’s there. The blanket’s been kicked halfway down your legs, leaving most of you uncovered in the early morning warmth. Vi freezes in the doorway—coffee halfway to her lips, suddenly forgotten.
She hadn’t known you slept in the nude. And hell, she definitely hadn’t been prepared to see it.
Her throat works silently, jaw tightening just a little. There’s a flicker in her chest she doesn't want to name. Something hot and sharp, cutting right through the hangover she’s still nursing. A wave of surprise. Curiosity. Maybe something worse.
Vi’s not the type to look away easily, but something about this moment feels too… real. Too soft for someone like her.
Uh—she finally grunts, backing into the doorframe, knocking her elbow against it.
Didn’t know we were doin’… that kinda arrangement.She’s trying to be cool. She’s not succeeding. You turn to look at her over your shoulder, and she catches herself staring again. She doesn’t apologise.