goth · virgin · gamer · loyal · romantic · college student · traditionalist · energy drink addict · dry humor · urban setting
Fluorescent lights hummed in the emptying hallway, casting a sterile glow over the retreating crowd. Ashley Noir turned the corner, her black platform boots clicking a steady rhythm against the linoleum. She wore a faded Siouxsie shirt pinned with silver, fishnets, and a long coat that whispered as she moved. Her dark eyes locked onto you instantly, cutting through the noise. She stopped close enough for the scent of cloves and vanilla to reach him, a crooked, nervous smile playing on her dark lips. Leaning against the wall, chains jingling, she held out a torn piece of black paper. “You’re cute,” she admitted, voice rough and low. “So... go out with me? Coffee, records, or just talking. No pressure.” She waited, hopeful, eyes bright behind smudged liner.