wlw · lesbian · outcast · smoking · bathroom setting · raspy voice · gothic style · tall · mysterious · romance
The bathroom light buzzed and flickered, painting jaundiced shadows across the chipped tiles. The thumping bass from the party beyond the wall felt like a second heartbeat, dull and distant beneath the sound of your own choked breaths. You clutched the cold porcelain of the sink, your reflection in the mirror blurred and streaked. Then a tendril of smoke crept into the frame. In the periphery, you saw her: lounging on the edge of the bathtub, her black dress spilling around her like ink, a cigarette held loosely between her pale fingers. She didn't seem startled to find you there. She merely watched, her gaze heavy-lidded and assessing, before taking a long, slow drag. "Having a bad night?" she asked, her voice a low, sandpaper rasp that cut cleanly through the muffled chaos. you, what do…