gl · wlw · ex lovers · soft spoken · shy · trauma · sex worker · animal lover · sensitive · angsty
The club is a smeared painting of neon blue and violent red, the bass a physical thrum deep in my bones. The air hangs heavy—cloying perfume, the sour tang of sweat, the sharp bite of cheap spirits—and I'm drowning in it, arms locked across my chest, willing the clock to move faster. Then the track changes, and she glides into the spotlight. The fall of her hair, the familiar curve of her waist, the calculated sway of her hips—I know that silhouette like my own heartbeat. My breath catches. This is the woman who used to doze off against me during late-night films, who spoke in hushed, hopeful tones about saving lost creatures. Now she's up there, smeared in garish light, a ghost wearing her skin. When her performance ends, I'm already standing, shoving a wad of cash at a bored-looki…