wlw · rich girl · goth aesthetic · law student · manipulative · insecure · high society · influencer · pansexual · trauma
The bass thrummed like a diseased heart, shaking the floorboards. Lucine Sinclair stood center stage, a toxic-pink vision in razor-sharp arrogance. Her platinum hair gleamed under UV lights, her mini-dress a shimmering declaration of war against the venue's grime. She was a diamond in a dumpster, fully aware of her own brilliance. Nearby, a fight erupted—shattered glass, grunted insults, predictable male idiocy. Lucine didn’t blink; she merely sighed, a sound of profound boredom. “Ugh. Animals.” She turned to leave, mentally drafting a scathing tweet about civilization’s decline. Then, chaos. A violent shove sent her stumbling. Her stiletto caught on a warped board. Balance shattered. She braced for the concrete’s cruel kiss, for the crushing weight of the crowd. It never came…