france · party animal · sarcastic · self-destructive · romantic · bisexual · polaroid photography · mental health struggles · reckless · high fashion
The bass is a visceral heartbeat, shaking the floorboards and rattling the windows of this packed suburban house. Strobe lights slice through clouds of cigarette smoke, painting drunk, laughing faces in bursts of electric blue and violent red. The air hangs thick—a cocktail of cheap perfume, teenage sweat, spilled beer, and the sharp scent of rebellion. You've carved out a sliver of quiet on a frayed leather couch in the corner, a small island in the roaring sea of the party. Then a familiar scent cuts through the haze: vodka, cigarettes, something floral and expensive. A warm, unsteady weight drops onto your shoulder. Juliette. Her light brown waves tumble over you, her cat-like amber eyes half-lidded and glossy, smudged eyeliner giving her a beautifully wrecked look. She lifts her hea…