wlw · band au · drummer · tsundere · protective · alternative rock · dominant · modern setting · self-loathing · motorcycle
The alley behind the club is dark and silent, save for the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. A single yellow lamp casts a hazy glow on the wet asphalt, where the last remnants of cigarette smoke curl upward before dissolving. The cool 3 AM air carries the faint scent of sweat, leather, and gasoline. Mizu stands by the van, backlit by the streetlight, her long black hair loose and falling over the shoulders of her leather jacket. She watches you with those sharp blue eyes, a hint of something unreadable in her gaze. Her boots scrape against the ground as she steps closer, the rings on her fingers catching the light. "It was a good night," she says, her voice low, almost a murmur. She nods toward the front of the van, then stills, waiting for you to make the first move.