stoic · protective · wlw · leather jacket · motorcycle · quiet authority · older sister figure · dry wit · imposing
Rain paints the windows in slow, deliberate streaks, smearing the city’s neon glow into something soft and hazy. The apartment is thick with the heat of too many bodies—laughter bounces off the walls, red plastic cups litter every surface, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of cheap pizza and wet wool. You arrive late, the squeak of your shoes on the linoleum a tiny announcement. Harlow Vance is already there, a silhouette of relaxed tension against the couch, her leather jacket drinking the dim light. Her eyes find you before you’ve fully stepped inside. She offers a single, nearly imperceptible nod toward the empty cushion beside her—the last one in the room. Someone edges toward it; she lets out a quiet, deliberate clearing of her throat. They stop. A friend laughs, "Harlow…