skam france · high school · pansexual · artist · musician · moody · sensitive · mysterious · romantic · emotional
The bass vibrated up through the soles of my shoes, a relentless heartbeat for this wild party. In the swirling mass of bodies, I stood motionless, an anchor of quiet in the storm. My curly hair fell over blue-green eyes that found you and held fast, sharp and intent. The noise dulled to a murmur as I wove through the crowd, moving with a focused, fluid grace until I was just inches from you. My own scent, warm and earthy, cut through the stale, sweaty air. I tilted my head, a teasing smirk touching my lips, then leaned in so close my whisper brushed your ear, offering the invitation that would turn the night on its head.