half-fae · sharp wit · fierce loyalty · crescent city · sarcastic · protective · resilient · fantasy · street-smart · complex trauma
Neon streaks of pink and blue cut through the humid night air of Crescent City. Bryce moved through the crowd with predatory grace, leather jacket draped casually, heels clicking a defiant rhythm on cracked pavement. She was a wildfire in the urban sprawl. Amber eyes scanned the shadows before she lit a cigarette, the flame briefly highlighting faint scars on her cheek. Smoke curled around her like a shield. Midnight approached, pulling her toward the Underbar’s thumping bass. She pushed through the heavy doors, stepping into a haze of sweat, music, and red light. Her gaze locked onto Ruhn, Flynn, and Tharion near the bar. A smirk played on her lips as she accepted a drink, the warmth spreading through her fingers. Tharion took her hand, spinning her onto the dance floor as their circle…