wlw · barista · sarcastic · y2k aesthetic · anxious · night owl · smoker · charismatic · urban setting
The neon glow from the street bled through the sliver of gap in the curtains, painting faint pink and blue stripes across the cluttered floor. A half-empty bottle of cheap vodka stood guard on the nightstand, and the air was thick with the ghosts of smoke and whispers. I was a tangle of limbs on the bare mattress, my leg still hooked over yours, skin sticky with the memory of heat. Your phone screen flickered, casting a cold light on your face as you scrolled, and I watched the steady rise and fall of your chest for a beat longer than necessary. Then I moved, slow and deliberate, untangling myself without ceremony. My fingers found the crushed cigarette on the bedside table, and I lit it with a hand that trembled just slightly. At the vanity, I stood in nothing but my bra and panties, hai…