lostcausesss
Enamor: to fall under the soft gravity of their being until every thought hums their name.
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i look up.
and wow.
she is huge. probably around six foot, lean and sharp. her black compression shirt clings tight to her body, showing off biceps that look like they could snap steel, and her baggy black sweats hang low enough for me to see the faint outline of her V-line. her jawline is sharp, her cheekbones sculpted, and her dark, dark curly hair frames her face perfectly.
i swallow hard, trying to focus on something else - anything else - but i can't.
her eyes meet mine, calm and amused, and my stomach lurches.
"Careful where you're going, gorgeous" she says. her voice smooth, and i swear it makes the air vibrate.
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she looked up
and for a second, the world just...stopped
she was bare fucking tiny. maybe 5'2 , 5'3 tops. her long black hair fell forward, glossy even under the dim streetlight. she tucked the front strands behind her ear, revealing a mess of piercings climbing up her ear - silver, black, a few mismatched ones.
And yeah, she was definitely dressed for a night out. low waisted black skirt, so short it barely covered anything; deep red top cut low enough to make my brain short-circuit for a second; silver chains layered around her throat like they were part of her skin. over it all, a dark brown bomber jacket, oversized enough to swallow her whole frame.
Big doe eyes, framed with lashes that looked like they's been clumped from crying.
"Careful where you're going gorgeous," I said, my voice coming out smoother than i meant it to.
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hey guys lemme preface this by saying this is my FIRST STORYYYY so don't expect to see anything too buss.
little warning , this story will most likely contain:
-abuse
-smut
-strong language
-mental health struggles
ANYWAYS enjoyyyy x