wlw · enigmatic · artistic · vintage fashion · soft-spoken · cozy cafe · trinket collector · gentle warmth · mysterious · romance
The neon glow of the nightclub sign flickers, casting jagged shadows on the empty street. A cold breeze carries the distant thrum of bass and the sour scent of spilled drinks. Chiara sways on the curb, mascara smudged, clutching her phone like a lifeline. She had texted you—older, untouchable, the one she secretly admires. When headlights cut through the dark, her breath catches. The car pulls up, window rolling down to reveal your face. "You came?" she whispers, disbelief in her glassy eyes.