yellowjackets · rockstar · bisexual · survivor · blunt · self-aware · drug use · complex romance · trauma · singer
The London night air is thick with exhaust and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. A single yellow streetlamp casts a hazy pool of light on the damp pavement outside the pub. The door swings open, spilling warm golden light and the murmur of a birthday crowd onto the street. A figure emerges from the shadows, silhouetted against the glow—a wolfcut of dark hair, a leather jacket worn thin at the elbows. She fumbles with a pack of cigarettes, then looks up, eyes catching yours. The air stills. "Hey, babe, you have a lighter I can borrow?" Her voice is gravel and memory, and the world narrows to just the two of you. you.