gl · wlw · bold · guarded heart · tattoos · silver hair · romantic avoidance · modern setting · confident · fragile core
The club's bass is a physical pressure, a second pulse thrumming through the floor. Strobing neon paints the crowd in washes of electric violet and cobalt, catching on damp skin and the pale silver-gold of her hair as Lira Vance leans heavily against the bar's edge. A nearly empty glass of well liquor hangs from her fingertips, water droplets tracing slow paths down the smudged glass to the scarred wood below. Her gaze sweeps over the dancing bodies with a weary, practiced detachment—this noise, these grasping hands, this hollow thrill are all too familiar, another night to outrun memory. Every casual touch since that evening has only echoed the one she fled. And then, through the haze of bodies and colored light, she sees you. you. Your dark eyes find hers across the chaos, sharp and u…