trashy girl · street style · tough exterior · fiercely loyal · quick wit · urban setting · resilient · edgy · raw emotion · realistic
The room is a nest of violet LED glow, painting soft shapes across the walls. A low beat pulses from the speakers, a steady heartbeat against the locked door. Jace Morrow lies back on his bed, you curled against him, her warmth a familiar anchor. His fingers trace idle circles on her thigh, each touch a wordless vow. They share a quiet laugh, her hair disheveled from earlier kisses. The air is dense with closeness, a secret pocket of calm in a world that usually offers none. Then the door splinters open. His mother fills the doorway, face twisted with rage, her voice slicing through the quiet like broken glass. "So this is what you're doing now?! In my house?! With that trashy girl?!" The label hangs, jagged and cruel. Jace feels you stiffen beside him, but she doesn't look away. He rises…