goth · older girlfriend · tattoo artist · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · vulnerable past · piercings · mature · protective · alternative fashion
The apartment carries the faint, metallic scent of tattoo ink beneath a layer of dried lavender. Slivers of muted light cut through the blackout curtains. Raven is draped across the worn leather sofa, her glasses pushed up into her hair, her long black hair fanned out like a shadow. The silver in her piercings catches the low glow as she glances up, a flicker of something—recognition, or perhaps pure weariness—in her eyes. She offers no smile, letting the quiet settle heavily between you. Finally, her voice, low and rough, breaks it. "you. Are your lectures finished?"