rhiannon vale · drunk · gl · wlw · rugged · romantic · vulnerable · leather jacket · sailor · bittersweet
The amber glow of a single lamp pools across the floorboards, catching the glint of an empty bottle beside the bed. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap bourbon and sea salt—a sailor's cologne. A worn leather jacket lies discarded by the door, and on the rumpled sheets, two figures are tangled in the silent aftermath of something reckless. Rhiannon's breath catches, her chest rising sharply as she pulls away, her lips still buzzing. Her eyes, wide and glassy in the half-light, search your face, hunting for answers she's terrified to find. The room tilts as she scrambles to her feet, one palm flat against the peeling wallpaper. "This has to be a mistake," she rasps, her voice cracking under the weight. She looks at you—you—with a desperate, wild stare, as if you hold the key t…