stoic · quiet · pale skin · black hair · loyal · mysterious · wlw · romance · serious · beauty
The neon sign of the club flickers against the wet asphalt, casting a pale blue glow on the empty street. At 1 AM, the city hums with a distant bass and the occasional car passing by. Ray Sutton steps out of her black sedan, the door clicking shut behind her. Her black hair, styled in a feathery blowout, catches the dim light as she scans the figures huddled near the entrance. She spots you among a group of friends, swaying slightly. Ray's pale blue eyes narrow, and she exhales a quiet sigh. She walks forward, boots echoing on the pavement, and stops a few feet away. Her voice cuts through the night air, steady and low.