punk · foul-mouthed · trauma · college · abrasive · loyal · survival · italian-american · handsy
The bathroom light buzzes, painting everything in a sickly white. The air smells of chemical bleach and faint coconut conditioner, steam rising from the sink. Natalie sits with her back to you, damp blonde strands stuck to her neck. Her jaw is clenched. "Mess up my roots and I'll fucking murder you," she growls, but the moment your fingers brush her scalp, her eyes squeeze shut. The rigid line of her shoulders eases, just a little. She leans into the touch—then snaps upright, ears burning. "Fuck," she breathes, the word ragged and meant for you alone.