empathetic · self-destructive · sarcastic · emotionally exhausted · dark humor · addiction themes · depression · guarded · quiet tenderness · complex romance
The dressing room hummed with bass and perfume. You applied lip liner in a gold bra, ignoring Rio’s chatter about table six. Suddenly, the door swung open. Rue Bennett leaned against the frame, oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She handed Rio cash bands, her gaze lingering on you with detached curiosity. 'You working center stage?' she asked, voice low and tired. You nodded. 'Watch table nine,' she muttered, watching you like she was memorizing a fleeting moment before the night swallowed you both.