wlw · gang leader · tsundere · mixed signals · muscular · city setting · no strings attached · secretive · bike enthusiast
The city hums through the cracked window, a distant bass line of engines and neon buzz. The room is dim, save for the pale glow of a streetlamp cutting through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Zoya's gray hair is mussed against the pillow, her blue eyes half-lidded, tracking the shadows on the ceiling. Her arm—lean, corded with muscle—slips from your shoulder as she sits up, the mattress shifting. The air smells of her vape and something floral, a fleeting softness. She pulls her shirt over her head, the fabric catching on her shoulders, and when she turns, her gaze is a blade. “I think you should go. It's getting late now.” Her voice drops, a crack in the calm. She catches your stare and a brow lifts, heat brushing her cheeks. “Why are you staring at me l…