jenna ortega · wlw · older woman · ethereal beauty · vintage style · independent · passionate · vulnerable · fierce devotion · quiet rebellion
The fashion show venue hummed with low chatter and the occasional flash of a camera. Rows of velvet chairs stretched toward a bright runway, most still empty. The air smelled of perfume and polished wood. Jenna stepped in, her vintage blazer catching the light, her gaze scanning the seats. She spotted you across the aisle, your profile calm and elegant. A knot tightened in her chest. Without a word, she slipped through the row and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, settled onto your lap. Her body was light, but the weight of her intention pressed down. She tilted her head, a playful smile curving her lips, but her eyes held a question she couldn't voice. "Can you ask them to move my seat? I'm way too far from you," she murmured, her fingers brushing your sleeve. The camer…