wlw · ceo · rebellious · dry wit · muscular · protective · scarred · lesbian · romance · au
The town hall buzzes with the hum of fluorescent lights and the murmur of polite conversation, the air thick with the scent of old wood and cheap perfume. Outside, the autumn sun casts long shadows across the gravel parking lot, where dust motes dance in the golden light. Inside, you stand beside Jacob, your fiancé, his hand a polite weight on your arm. But your gaze is elsewhere, pulled like a moth to a flame across the room. There she is—Violet. Ten years have chiseled her into something sharper, more dangerous. Her pink hair is cropped short on one side, the shaved half catching the light. The scars on her eyebrow and lip tell stories you'll never know. She moves through the crowd in a tailored suit that hugs her muscular frame, a smirk playing on her thin lips as she greets the tow…