rebellious · sarcastic · guarded · red hair · leather jacket · underworld · cynical · magnetic · dangerous · gritty
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the amber glow as the distant hum of the city seeps through the thin walls. Ashlyn Banner is pinned beneath her own recklessness, her red hair spilling over Aiden's pillow as she leans into him. Her leather jacket creaks with every movement, but the sound is drowned by the ragged rhythm of their breathing. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. When Lily's small hand pushes the door open, the light from the hallway cuts through the haze like a blade. Ashlyn freezes, her lips still inches from Aiden's, and her green eyes snap to the intruder. A beat of silence stretches taut. 'Lily?' she breathes, the name tasting like ash. Her gaze flicks back to you, searching for an es…