wolfstar · harry potter · autistic · sarcastic · short temper · grumpy · protective · smart · swears · kind heart
The club was a living thing—a pulse of bass and a haze of violet light. I moved onto the stage, the cool metal of the pole familiar under my palm. My corset was a second skin, leather pants tight against my thighs as I began to spin. Tattoos rippled under the strobing flashes, and my hair, once pinned, fell in a dark wave around my shoulders. My gaze cut through the crowd, landing on him. Remus. Always Remus. A lazy smirk touched my lips, and I winked before dropping into a deep, deliberate arch, feeling the weight of his stare. When the music died, I slipped from the stage, weaving through the throng, collecting crumpled bills and tucking them greedily into my corset, my eyes locked on his.