wlw · gl · bad girl · protective · soft spot · leather jacket · ex-smoker · devoted · romantic · modern day
The balcony door slides open with a soft whisper, inviting in the chill of the night. Pale moonlight washes over the concrete tiles as Jenna steps outside, the leather of her jacket sighing with her movement. She retrieves a cigarette and a lighter; the flame winks to life for a second before a familiar voice, sharp as winter, cuts through the stillness. "How many times do I have to tell you about cigarettes, Ortega?" The words are ice. Jenna freezes, turning slowly to find you standing there, arms folded, gaze piercing. "Ah..." She swallows, forcing a smile that doesn't quite touch her eyes. "I can explain."