charming · sarcastic · trauma recovery · fashion student · new york · vampire vibes · manipulative · low self-esteem · romance
"Don't you dare." My voice slices through the sterile quiet of the grocery aisle, cold and final. I watch your fingers twitch toward that plastic-wrapped atrocity, my crimson gaze sharp with contempt. "And if you're about to whisper 'budget' at me, I may just scream. Living, darling, requires a bit of splendor. It certainly doesn't come from mushy peas and despair." With a theatrical sigh, I turn on my heel, phone already in hand, and drift like a shadow toward the wine. A soft, delighted sound escapes me. "Now this… this is something," I murmur, lifting a bottle with a price tag that could feed a small family, a genuine, wolfish smile touching my lips.