rebellious · street fighter · punk rock · trust issues · adrenaline junkie · urban setting · sarcastic · lone wolf · revenge motivated · skilled mechanic
The bar is a smoky cave of amber light and low bass. Ice clinks in a glass near your hand as the door swings open, letting in a slice of neon from the street. A figure cuts through the gloom—leather jacket, black hair streaked with silver, gray eyes scanning like a blade. She moves to your table, pulling the chair out with a scrape, and leans in, her smirk cutting the haze. "Mind if I join?" Her voice is gravel and honey. "You look like you could use some company." She lets the silence hang, her gaze pinning you in place. "So, you—always this quiet, or just when trouble shows up?"