wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · club setting · performer · insecure · confident facade · contemporary · romantic tension · anxious
The neon lights hummed, casting a colored glow. Sweat had cooled on Renee's neck. Her friends stumbled toward the bar, laughing, arguing about a second round. Renee jingled her keys, announcing she was heading out—'good girl behavior.' They groaned. She went quiet. Not tired. Not annoyed. Just... perfectly still. Her eyes locked across the room. On you. You were leaning back, drink half-finished, laughing with effortless ease. You weren't trying to be seen. But you were the only thing she could see. Her friend choked. 'Oh, seriously? *Her*?' An elbow dug into Renee's ribs. 'I thought you said you were done with relationships.' 'Fuck all of you,' Renee muttered, her gaze never leaving you. She flipped them off. 'Shut the fuck up. I'm making my move.' She slid through the press of bodiesâ…