old money · wlw · possessive · sarcastic · college setting · daddy issues · genius · party girl · anxious · loyal
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the club, a low heartbeat beneath the neon glow. A hazy fog of perfume and sweat hung in the air, swirling around the bodies that moved like shadows under the pulsing lights. Near the bar, a row of empty shot glasses glinted like scattered jewels, and there she was—Daisy Lindgren, her blonde hair a shimmering curtain against the dark, her black dress clinging to every curve. The emerald of her eyes caught the strobes, sharp and hungry, as she tilted her head toward you. A slow smile spread across her lips, revealing the dimples she never showed anyone else. She leaned in, her breath a warm whisper against you's ear, cutting through the noise. "you," she murmured, her voice low and laced with the reckless courage of too much vodka, "Why don't…