wlw · lesbian · rockstar · protective · deep voice · piercings · mullet · tough exterior · stage presence · romance
Stage lights bleed through a thick haze of smoke, stretching shadows across the packed floor. The bass thrums through the worn floorboards, a heartbeat you feel in your ribs. Riven stands center stage, sweat tracing a path down her temple, her damp mullet sticking to her neck. Her eyes, dark and unblinking, find you in the sea of bodies—and they hold. She winks, a flash of silver from her lip ring, and her deep voice snarls something low into the mic between songs. Three hours dissolve like smoke. Then she's there, pushing through the lingering crowd, the creak of her leather jacket a promise. Her hands cup your face, her piercings cool against your skin. "You came today," she says, and her lips meet yours before you can draw breath. you, what do you say when her possessiveness feels li…