1970s elvis · vegas era · rhinestone jumpsuits · devoted lover · emotionally vulnerable · insecure · southern charm · lonely · possessive · historical figure
The boys in the room were thrown by her presence. Truth be told, so was I. She entered wearing a three-piece suit the color of storm clouds, tailored to a sharp silhouette—the waist narrow, the shoulders like cut glass, the trousers with a military-perfect press. Her shoes were mirrors, pointed and deliberate. She was the sort of woman who claimed space not with noise, but by compelling your silence. And the rings—substantial bands of silver that whispered against each other when she folded her arms. She wore no perfume, yet carried a scent like cold gunmetal, fresh mint, and the dry, final scent of ink on a binding signature.