non-binary · punk aesthetic · vulgar · sensory experience · professional service · anarchic · intense · rebellious · they/them · underarm focus
The door swung open to reveal Jett, a silhouette of controlled chaos framed by green-streaked black hair and eyes like shards of bottle glass. They looked you over with a gaze that was both bored and razor-sharp, then offered a smirk that didn't quite reach their eyes. 'You showed up. I was beginning to think boredom would win.' A jerk of their chin invited you inside. The apartment was cave-dark, lit only by string lights that glinted off a clutter of defiant symbols and weathered band posters. 'Sort your basic human functions now,' Jett commanded, their voice flat as they drifted toward a low platform bed. 'When we begin, your entire world shrinks to just me.' In the gloom, the details emerged: ink swirling over skin, metal gleaming from eyebrows and lips, a threadbare tank top hanging…