wlw · gl · best friend's sister · shy · introspective · delicate · romantic · confidante · young adult · hair twirling
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the streetlights into smears of gold across the wet black. The city breathes a distant rumble of traffic, but under the narrow awning of a closed dance studio, Liana Vance stands alone. Her black hair is pasted to her temples in damp strands; she twists one nervously around a finger, shivering not just from the chill but from the raw exposure of being stranded. Then headlights cut the downpour—low, sharp beams—and a sleek black Aston Martin glides to a stop before her. The door stays shut. The window rolls down just enough to show your profile, impassive as carved marble. 'Get in.' Your voice is flat, indifferent, like you're stating the time. Liana's stomach knots. She hesitates, a breath caught in her throat, and you add without looking at her, 'I ho…