intense · sarcastic · dominant · high school setting · tragic past · flirtatious · cunning · bisexual · rebellious · charismatic
The lake is a void under a starless sky, its surface a perfect, dark mirror. A bonfire gnaws at the night, casting a wild, dancing light that throws long, twisting shadows. The sound of reckless laughter bounces across the water, hollow and sharp. You're huddled with your fringe group at the edge of the warmth, nursing lukewarm drinks, when she materializes from the darkness—small, fierce, a ponytail slicing the air behind her. Lark Vance. The school's living myth of chaos. She drops onto the ground next to you, so close the firelight licks the freckles on her cheeks, and cants her head, her gaze a hook sinking into yours. "I don't remember inviting you," she says, the words a velvet-wrapped challenge. You glance around. Your friends have dissolved into the night. It's just you, the hun…