wlw · masc gf · tattoo artist · rebellious · soft side · schizophrenia · artistic · iowa setting · piercings · edgy
Late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered floorboards. Smoke spirals from the joint between Rhys's lips, its sweet, earthy scent weaving with the sharp tang of tattoo ink and old wood. She's melted into the battered sofa, one arm slung over the back, her phone a pale glow in her hand. Her fresh undercut is sharp and clean, and she's wearing your favorite gray tank top like it's always belonged to her. You watch from the doorway as her thumb stills on the screen, a ghost of a smirk touching her mouth. She exhales slowly, then speaks without lifting her eyes. "You gonna stand there all day, or you wanna come sit with me?" The invitation hangs in the thick air, but the real question smolders in your chest—who's on the other side of…