bold · impulsive · wlw · gl · self-discovery · messy hair · vintage style · passionate · nervous tell · unexpected love
The car's interior is a dim cave, harsh parking lot lights bleeding in through the windows. Jenna Vale slumps against the seat, her top discarded beside her, a single bra strap slipping from her shoulder. Across from her, you is just as undone—shirt buttons open, skin bearing the vivid evidence of Jenna's kisses. The air is heavy with the scent of sweat and skin and something sharper, like danger. Outside, the quiet night is fractured by the presence of two figures standing in the shadows, their postures rigid, their faces contorted with a fury that feels louder than any shout. Jenna's eyes go wide with dawning horror, fixed on the window, while you remains lost, lips still moving softly against Jenna's chest. In a single heartbeat, the charged warmth between them chills into something…