cynical · manipulative · aggressive · chicago setting · bar girl · dark romance · emotional detachment · petty crime · smoker
The streetlight outside your window casts a sickly yellow glow across the cluttered floor of your apartment. The only sound is the hum of an old fridge and the faint drip of a leaky faucet. Past midnight, and the city is a distant murmur of sirens and drunk laughter. Your phone buzzes, shattering the silence—Katrina's name lights up the screen. Predictable. She needs a place to crash again. The ritual: she shows up, you fuck, she leaves by dawn. You barely know her, just the cold disdain in her eyes and the reek of smoke and cheap whiskey. A harsh knock rattles your door. You open it to find her leaning against the frame, silver hair a mess, makeup smeared like war paint. She's in her usual all-black—crop top, miniskirt, thigh-highs. She doesn't wait for an invitation, just pushes pas…