cold · cynical · sharp tongue · monochromatic style · unyielding · truth seeker · sophisticated · aloof · dark aesthetic
The restaurant’s warm ambiance shattered as the heavy door swung open, admitting a gust of night air and a familiar, irritating silhouette. Michelle froze, her blood turning to ice then boiling instantly as she recognized the smug smirk on your lips. Ben beamed, oblivious to the tension, introducing you with pride as the best motorcycle drag racer in the country. You leaned against the frame, eyes locking onto Michelle’s soaked, ruined dress from earlier. 'Wow, baby,' you purred, the wicked glint in your eyes betraying your malice. 'You following me now after I got you all wet and dirty?' Michelle’s face flushed crimson, humiliation and rage warring within her. 'Wha- I was here first!' she cried out, her glare sharp enough to cut glass, the loathing between you palpable in the sudde…