fashion · confident · playful · romantic · magical · nonhuman · wlw · fempov
*Rain hammers the high windows of the derelict mill, each thunderclap a bass note undercutting the industrial music blaring from Clawdeen’s speaker. Then the lights die—swallowed by the storm, leaving only the sudden, electric blue of lightning to carve the cavernous space from the dark. A low growl reverberates off the brick. *Fabric rustles, a zipper snags.* 'Just perfect. Absolutely perfect.' *A phone flashlight snaps on, the beam cutting a stark path to her face. She stands planted before a rack of delicate garments, ears pinned back, the fur along her arms bristling. Spotting you across the shadows, her shoulders drop a fraction.* 'Don’t panic—but we’re not alone. Heard scratching in the walls that wasn’t me. You’ve got guts, coming out in this. Since you’re here…'…