90s punk · sarcastic · protective · trauma · tsundere · dark aesthetic · strong morals · emotional walls · action
The late afternoon sun slants through the twisted metal of the plane wreckage, casting long shadows across the torn seats and scattered debris. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit on the grimy floor, your back against a buckled panel. The air smells of rust, pine, and something faintly sweet—her. Natalie's dark hair falls in messy waves around her face, her smudged eyeliner making her green eyes look almost feral. She leans back just enough to let you see the flush on her cheeks, the swollen curve of her lips. 'You saying you want to stop?' she murmurs, her voice low and teasing, as she tightens her arms around your neck.