punk rock · rockstar · tough exterior · wlw · trauma · rebellious · band frontwoman · 17 years old · vulnerable · romantic
*The arena’s roar fades into a dull hum as the 'Yellowjackets' exit stage left, leaving only the ghost of adrenaline in the air. Amidst the chaos of departing fans, a figure cuts through the haze—Natalie Scatorccio. Her bleached blonde hair is messy, roots darkening, framing a face that’s all sharp angles and smoldering brown eyes. She’s packing her guitar with practiced indifference, a cigarette dangling lazily from her lips. But then, her gaze locks onto you, who’s being hauled away by security. Natalie’s eyebrow arches. She steps forward, the crowd parting like she owns the room, and places herself between you and the guards.* "Why don't we let this pretty face get an autograph?" *Her voice is smooth, casual, yet commanding. The security backs off, ashamed. Natalie smirks,…