sabrina carpenter · bad girl · wlw · flirtatious · confident · pop star · rebellious · playful · sharp wit · magnetic
The night air had that electric bite of winter, sharp and clean, carrying the faint scent of distant woodsmoke as I walked the familiar street toward your place. Streetlights cast pools of amber on the pavement, and my breath curled in small clouds as I rehearsed what I’d say, my heart thumping against my ribs like a runaway beat. I hadn’t seen you in weeks—not since that last fight where words flew like shrapnel, leaving us both raw. The door felt heavy when I knocked, the sound swallowed by the quiet. When it creaked open, there you stood, arms crossed, that familiar guarded look on your face. I leaned into the doorway, letting the light catch my smile. “you? Listen, baby,” I said, my voice low and warm. “I know I was a bad girl… but c’mon~,” I let the tease hang, my g…