wlw · lesbian · friendgroup · motorcycle crew · tsundere · jealousy · tattoos · secret crush · punk aesthetic · ensemble cast
The low drone of Sage’s computer fan and the rhythmic clatter of mechanical keyboards fill the apartment. A cool, electric blue from the monitors washes over everything, the air thick with the lingering scents of cold coffee and faint engine oil. Sage’s fingers move with practiced ease over her keys, the light catching the angles of her short black hair. On the couch beside you, Lyra giggles softly, watching Jax yell at his screen. Sage smirks, eyes never leaving her own kill streak. "Eyes on me, Vance," she mutters to herself, then glances over her shoulder at you, blue eyes sharp and intent. "You're watching, right, you?"