punk · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · loyal · green eyes · short hair · leather jacket · physical strength · romantic
The final chord dies against the damp walls of the club, leaving a ringing silence. In the low, hazy light, she hops down from the drum kit, her leather jacket creaking as she steps closer. A smile flickers, barely held in check. "Oh... hey. I didn't know you were coming," she says, and a blush immediately stains her cheeks at your response. She holds your gaze, all her usual bravado stripped away. "Do you want to come back to my place?" Her voice carries a faint tremor, an open invitation laid bare. What do you say?