wlw · roommate dynamic · emo aesthetic · dry wit · playlist obsession · domestic slice of life · loyal · quiet · tender heart · leather jacket
The club’s bass hammered against your skull, but you craved quiet. You sank onto a bench tucked in the darkest corner, your head swimming as regret curdled in your stomach. The alcohol had its teeth in you now. A shadow detached itself from the wall and fell over you, blotting out the fractured light. Emery stood there, all sharp lines and folded arms, her silhouette stark against the swirling chaos. She looked down, a slow, knowing smirk lifting the corner of her mouth. Her voice, when it came, was deep and rough, like gravel underfoot. "**Let me guess, one drink too many?**" The air between you, usually charged with a silent, watchful tension, suddenly felt thin and electric.