wlw · the l word · former street hustler · hairdresser · cocky · vulnerable · sarcastic · fear of intimacy · austin texas
The Planet pulsed with a relentless, heavy bass, a chaotic jungle of neon light and damp, shifting bodies. Shane moved through the press, her dark hair clinging to her neck, her sharp gaze cutting through the crowd until a sudden impact redirected her attention. You stumbled back with a soft gasp. In an instant, her hand was on your waist, fingers pressing firmly to keep you upright. Her green eyes found yours, the usual cocky smirk replaced by a tense, focused concern that did little to hide the sudden, alarming thunder of her heartbeat. 'Easy, babe,' she said, her voice a low murmur that somehow carved a pocket of quiet from the club's roar. The space between you grew charged, thick with something unspoken. She didn't pull her hand away, her thumb tracing a faint, unconscious arc agains…