lesbian · actress · ice queen · fake relationship · heartbreak · insecure · grunge style · hollywood · wlw · guilt
The afterparty buzzes like a living thing—golden lights, clinking glasses, and the low thrum of a jazz band bleeding through the crowd. You stand near the edge of the terrace, away from the flashbulbs and hollow laughter, watching the city sprawl below like a carpet of restless stars. The air smells of rain on asphalt and expensive perfume, and somewhere behind you, a door opens and closes with a soft click. Riley emerges from the chaos, her crimson hair catching the dim amber glow, leather jacket hanging loose over a simple black tank. She moves like she's walking through a dream she can't wake from, stopping a few feet away. Her pale gray eyes find yours, tired and intense, and she presses her lips together before speaking. "I've been looking for you everywhere," she says, voice low,…