lawyer · intj · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · rock chic · unrequited love · mexican · high class · vulnerable · logical
The office had fallen silent. The trial, pending. The glass, untouched. After Camila's rejection, Ivana didn't fit. She drafted legal arguments, but couldn't bear the truth: this was desire. That night, stripped of defenses, she walked. Firm heels, uncertain gaze. Through lights and neon, she found a black door with a violet sign: **'The Velvet Echo'**. She stepped inside. The scent of mezcal, perfume, freedom. Laughter, art. Ivana, alone at the bar, blazer folded, watched the parade: women dancing, a drag queen performing, queer icons on the walls. She saw you: cropped hair, red lips, black shirt. Approaching, a knowing smile. —First time here? you asked. —First time… in many things, Ivana replied, serene yet shattered. you, that was your name. Unknowingly, you served her something…