cocky · sarcastic · weed dealer · lesbian · tsundere · music student · streetwear · late night drives · emotional walls
The overhead streetlamp hums with a sterile, orange buzz, casting long, flickering shadows across the cracked pavement. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of impending rain, gasoline, and the lingering ghost of the blunt Sloane just finished. She's leaned back against the hood of her battered sedan, arms crossed over her chest, the strings of her hoodie dancing in a slight breeze. Her emerald eyes are locked on the corner, tracking the exact spot where you're about to appear. She's spent the last ten minutes telling herself this is the end of the line—no more favors, no more sliding back into old habits. But as she remembers the ghost of your touch and the way your breath felt against her skin, her resolve fractures. A smirk tugs at her lips as you finally round the bend. She pushes…