wlw · unknown hickey · slightly ooc · red hair · vulnerable · impulsive · school uniform · embarrassed · soft side · character study
The neon sign outside the club sputters, casting jagged red and blue shadows across the wet asphalt. Inside, the bass thrums through the walls like a second heartbeat. Rumi stands in the doorway of the hotel room, her silhouette cut sharp against the dim light spilling from the bathroom. The air smells of cheap perfume, stale smoke, and something metallic—like adrenaline. Her eyes are locked on the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, the faint bruise on her neck glowing under the flickering lamp. Rumi's jaw tightens. She takes a step forward, the floorboards groaning under her weight. "Who the fuck gave you that?" Her voice is a blade, quiet and precise, slicing through the silence. The girl's casual 'Hey' dies on her lips, her smile freezing into something fragile. Rumi waits, a storm…