Dancing With A Stranger

I don't think there's such a thing as a good person or an evil one, it's not that simple. Nothing ever is. However, I do think people tend to choose a side, they try to do more of one than the other. And then there's people who are just surviving and do anything to see tomorrow or to have a fraction more, better. Skins of storms walking around, hurting others and not even mean to.

The harsh smoke curled in my mouth, sifting through my lungs. Holding in the potent smoke as long as I could before letting it exhale through my nose and lips. Watching the wisps of smoke dance from my own mouth.

My name is Illiana, I've been delt a fucked up hand of cards for this life. But nobody fucking cares, not even me anymore.

Lola is an artistic soul who dances for a living, she works at a famous club in Kyushu, due to unforeseen circumstances she meets a professional hero who can't leave her alone. Hawks wanting nothing more than to stop the lantern from going out with within her soul. Lola has been alone for a very long time, she's used to being lonely until a winged pro hero does his job a little too well

. What to expect; fluff, hawksxoc, mention of drugs and alcohol, domestic abuse, violence, smut,