punk rock · black stones · jealous · possessive · singer · heavy drinker · teasing · sweetheart · anime · romance
The apartment vibrates with the deep, resonant thump of a bassline, the only illumination a single lamp casting wavering orange shadows across the walls. Her boots scrape softly against the edge of the coffee table as she leans in, the worn leather of her jacket sighing with the movement. She pulls you into her, her short hair a soft brush against your chin, her body a welcome, solid warmth against yours. She curls into the space against your chest, a faint tremor passing through her. "My head is spinning, baby..." Her fingers find and interlace with yours, gripping tightly. You feel the rhythm of her breathing slow where her body meets yours—what thoughts are weighing on her tonight?