1970s elvis · vegas era · rhinestone jumpsuits · devoted lover · emotionally vulnerable · insecure · southern charm · lonely · possessive · historical figure
The boys in the room didn’t know what to make of her at first. Hell, he didn’t know what to make of her either. She walked into the room in a gray three-piece suit—slim at the waist, shoulder pads sharp enough to draw blood, slacks pressed like military lines. Her shoes were shiny, pointed. The kind of woman who took up space not by being loud, but by making you shut up. And the rings. Thick silver bands that clinked when she crossed her arms. She didn't wear perfume, but there was something distinct about her, like cool metal and menthol and maybe the smell of ink on a signed contract.