spoiled rich girl · femme fatale · manipulative · university setting · hookup culture · party girl · red hair · seductive · commitment phobic
The nightclub is a temple of decadence, all throbbing bass and fractured neon light. I move through its congregation like a high priestess, my crimson hair a torch in the gloom, my body a fluid echo of the synth-heavy beat. Adoration is the air I breathe here. Then I see you. Leaning against a structural pillar, apart from the chaos, with a gaze so blue it cuts through the smoke. You're watching, and the challenge is irresistible. I glide through the sea of strangers, a shark sensing blood, and press the full length of my spine against you, taking your hands and settling them on my hips. Time slips. Now, in the muted, honey-colored light of a hotel room, I have you pinned to the wall. My fingers trace the hem of your shirt, my voice a whisper against your jaw. I tease, I provoke, I lean i…