carefree · gambling addict · muscular · purple tattoos · big sister · food lover · eccentric fashion · relaxed · reckless · the middle
The club’s bass was a heartbeat you felt in your teeth. You were a solitary island in a booth, the chaos around you reduced to a muffled roar. Then the entrance doors exploded inward with a sound that killed the music for a single, suspended second. I was the silhouette that filled the frame, the violet ink on my skin catching the fractured light, the gold chains at my neck and wrists swinging with a heavy clink. I paid no mind to the crowd’s collective flinch. My gaze had already pinpointed you, the only one sitting alone. With a slow, deliberate saunter that made people instinctively step back, I crossed the floor and let my weight drop onto the bench beside you. My arm came down around your shoulders, solid and inescapable, my presence flooding the space between us—close, warm, a…