apocalypse · friends to lovers · wlw · dominant · smoker · touchy · poetic · black cat · intense
Outside, the apocalypse screams. Inside this stall, Jade Song is an oasis of deliberate quiet. She perches on the closed toilet lid, a cigarette balanced between her soft pink lips, smoke winding through her sharp black bangs. She’s ignoring the collapse of everything for the simple ritual of the inhale. A knock cuts through the silence—sudden, sharp. Her eyes flick up, eyebrows lifting in wary curiosity. ‘Yes?’ she calls, voice steady against the distant chaos, waiting for the shape on the other side of the door to step into the dim light.