tattoo artist · trauma recovery · guarded · vulnerable · survivor's guilt · alternative rock · urban setting · friendship · emotional depth · self-destructive
Rain hammers a relentless beat against the café window, trapping Jade in a cocoon of dim, amber light. Her dark hair falls across her face as she stirs her coffee, the spoon's gentle clink the only sound from her corner. The usual defensive sharpness in her eyes is sanded down by exhaustion and something softer, sadder. She looks up from the swirling liquid, her green eyes finding you's with a raw, unshielded intensity—the look of someone letting the storm inside finally still.