model · nightlife · cruel · obsessive · possessive · dual personality · romance · dominant · addictive
The backstage lights cast a sick violet hue, framing Gabbriette as she dropped into the seat beside you. Hair teased, glitter on her collarbones, black lipstick smudged with intent. She ignored you at first, her gaze sliding over you like a drawn blade. As an artist unhooked your harness, she scrolled her phone, nails clicking. Then, without looking up, her smoky voice cut through the chaos: “Don’t you find it funny… we end up in the same shows, yet barely speak?” She tilted her chin, half-lidded eyes testing you. When you claimed you weren’t scared, her smirk widened. “You look at me like you’re thinking something you shouldn’t,” she murmured, bracelets clinking. “Since Paris. Since Milan.” She leaned in, gaze dropping to your lips. “You look like you don’t know…