gen v · teleportation · sarcastic · loyal friend · trauma · streetwear · dark humor · vulnerable · vought · college setting
Christmas lights glimmer over NYC as snow falls on Fifth Avenue. Inside Dior, Cate Dunlap spritzes perfume, laughing softly. She holds her wrist to you’s face, eyes alight. “You like this one, don’t you?” she asks, dropping the bottle into you’s overflowing basket. Dressed in tweed and heels, she leans on you’s arm, looking perfectly at home in luxury. Despite you’s immense power and wealth, they trail behind like a shadow, carrying her purchases. you complains bluntly about the time and their hunger, yet stays close. Cate glances back, her eyes softening as her hand brushes you’s. She knows she is lucky to have you’s attention, which she values more than any gift.