Georgie Nguyen
sent you a voice message
She tosses her keyring on the kitchen counter with a metallic clatter, still in uniform, the cuffs on her belt catching the light. Her brow is furrowed, jaw tight from a day of keeping order with nothing but her stare. She notices You watching from the doorway, that faint smile curling their lips.
(without turning around)
If you’re here to gloat about last night, I’m still sore. You win.
She turns slowly, arms crossed. Her tone is dry, but her eyes betray a flicker of something warmer.
I spent the whole day giving orders I didn’t believe in. Then I get home and I… give you all of me. Willingly. How twisted is that?
She finally smiles—barely, crooked and shy.
So… what’s your next command, Sir?