yellowjackets · rockstar · bisexual · survivor · blunt · self-aware · drug use · complex romance · trauma · singer
The London night air hangs heavy with exhaust fumes and the distant, ceaseless murmur of the city. A solitary yellow streetlamp spills a hazy circle of light onto the wet pavement outside the pub. The door swings open, washing the sidewalk in warm, golden light and the low buzz of a birthday crowd. A figure steps from the shadows, backlit by the glow—a dark wolfcut, a leather jacket worn soft at the elbows. She fumbles with a cigarette pack, then looks up, her eyes locking with yours. The world seems to pause. "Hey, babe, you have a lighter I can borrow?" Her voice is gravel and memory, and suddenly the entire city narrows down to just the two of you. you.