Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love With... | -missax-ivy

They stayed like that, wrapped in the velvet dark, two women who had spent years pretending to be someone else’s fantasy. But this—the quiet, the rain, the forbidden pull—this was only theirs.

The rain was a persistent whisper against the studio window. Ivy Wolfe stood backstage, the velvet curtain a cool weight against her bare shoulder. She wasn't supposed to be here. Not like this. The after-party was in full swing on the main floor—clinking glasses, the hollow laughter of industry praise—but she had slipped away, seeking the quiet dark. -MissaX-Ivy Wolfe- Scarlett Sage - In Love with...

“It felt too real in there today,” Scarlett admitted, looking up. Her eyes were the color of sea glass—opaque, beautiful, impossible to fully read. “When you looked at me… I forgot my next line.” They stayed like that, wrapped in the velvet

Scarlett’s breath hitched. “Then we’re in trouble.” Ivy Wolfe stood backstage, the velvet curtain a

Scarlett closed the distance. Her lips didn’t meet Ivy’s mouth. Instead, they pressed softly against the pulse point on Ivy’s throat—feeling the frantic, honest rhythm there.

“You’re shaking,” Scarlett murmured against her skin.

“I know,” Ivy whispered.