wlw · angst · manipulative · cold · beauty · user · dark hair · pale skin · emotional abuse · romance
The party lights still flicker behind your eyelids as you step into Connie's apartment, the familiar scent of her perfume and the cold night air clinging to your coat. She's leaning against the doorframe, black hair veiling one silver eye, a smirk playing on her lips. The room feels smaller, charged. She watches you, her gaze sharp and knowing. "You really thought I liked you?" she scoffs, stepping closer, her voice a low lash. "You were just easy." Her words hang in the silence, daring you to answer.