it's a pretty little red dress, deep crimson and sparkling, made of luxurious smooth silk and hugging all her curves. black heels and a black collar, with a bow adorned on her neck. it was made for her; it was made for them.

her and ambrose. the love that they were.

never mind that the relationship they shared was meant to be a secret, their sins hidden away from searching eyes and magazines. never mind that ambrose had another true love; they'd said that it wasn't real. that they were just doing it for the optics, that it was all smoke and mirrors.

they could never be like us.

she stands idly in front of the door, twirling a rose in her fingers, something she'd plucked off of a stray vase on her way here. jiyeon song knocks before entering, reticent and shy, a playing smile on her lips.

"...sorry i'm late."

ambrose orion

ambrose kisses with a ferocity she never expects, even after all the time they have spent together. cassidy did not hunger like them, but she was eager to please, and she let them take from her as they wanted. when they break, ambrose leaves her flushed and out of breath, her eyes trailing them with pleading eyes. come in, they tell her, and she listens obediently, stepping through the door frame.

"how sweet...you remembered my favorite." she says. there were two glasses of wine on the table, and she takes both, handing one to ambrose. bubbling and light, it's scented with honeysuckle and citrus, crisp and perfect for the warm air.

but before she takes a sip, she thinks they should toast, raising the light yellow liquid, dim against their light.

"cheers, to us?"

ambrose orion