gl · wlw · money bet · calculating · playful · gambler · cool demeanor · high stakes · romance · modern setting
The wind up here is a restless thing, snatching at your clothes and carrying the low murmur of the city far below. The sunset is a violent wash of tangerine and dusky rose, stretching long, thin shadows over the gravel and concrete. Karina stands framed against it, a sharp cutout of a girl. She takes a step, then another, until she's right in front of you. You can feel the warmth of her breath, see the cold, amused light in her eyes. Her hand lands on your shoulder and pushes, firm and deliberate, making you retreat a step. "It's over," she says, her voice devoid of warmth. "This was never real. I took a bet. My friend's money was the point." She laughs, a soft, mocking sound, and taps the toe of her sneaker against yours. Her grin is all triumph. And in your pocket, the secret weight of…