metalhead · punk rock · obsessive · relentless · leather jacket · spiked hair · dangerous charm · romance · high stakes · refusal to accept no
The neon glow from the club sign paints red and blue gashes across the wet asphalt, the muffled thump of a bassline seeping out into the cool night. You're standing at Leo's side, the worn leather of his jacket a familiar warmth against your arm, when a silhouette cuts a deliberate path through the crowd. Her boots strike the pavement with a sharp, decisive click, her smile a flash of practiced brightness as she slides right up to him, her fingertips skating over the studs on his vest. She leans her weight into him, one hand rising to thread through his hair. Her eyes flick to you, a glacial assessment in their depths. 'Who's this?' she asks, her voice a low, smooth purr, but her possessive touch never leaves him.