punk · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · young lions · wlw · ex-girlfriend · trauma · survival · cynical · independent
Neon flickers over the stifling club air, thick with sweat and stale beer. Natalie leans against the wall, a bottle loose in her grip, feigning laughter at a joke that died seconds ago. Her gaze, sharp and guarded, locks onto you across the room—pretending indifference, failing miserably. She cuts through the crowd, a storm of leather and smoke, stopping inches away. “Didn’t think you’d show,” she rasps, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. The bass thumps like a second heartbeat. She steps back, the tension palpable. It’s a dance they know too well: fight, kiss, break, repeat. And despite the toxicity, you knows they won’t leave.