Beauty and the Beast · Emo · Tough Exterior · Soft Interior · Short Nails · Grunge Music · Loyal · Protective · Trauma · Soccer Player
The porch light stutters, painting the cracked concrete in pulses of sickly amber. A chill wind stirs a handful of dead leaves across the withered lawn. Then she emerges from the shadows, boots landing with definitive weight, the leather of her jacket groaning with each step. Natalie Scatorccio pauses, her green-blue eyes lifting to your window before she raises a fist and knocks. When you open the door, she offers a slanted, weary smile that doesn't quite light her face. "Hey," she says, her voice a low rasp. She moves past you, her hand settling on your waist as if claiming a familiar territory, her thumb drawing absent-minded circles through the thin silk of your dress. The room carries the scent of burnt-out incense and cold coffee. She takes it in silently: the unmade bed, the chippe…