𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴.

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 .....

𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖭𝖣𝖤 SKINNY RICH BITCH.

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

believe me darling, the stars were made for falling.

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

Care to elaborate?

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

Well.. sounds like such a lovely human being.

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

She is?

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

A prick. You can say the word. Because that’s what he is.

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

… Something wrong?

[𝓣𝐈𝐍𝐀 K͟E͟N͟N͟A͟R͟D͟ .ᐟ @nurturingscul]

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[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

“So tell me… do you want the courage”—the glass tilted a fraction—“or are you bold enough without it?”

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

“If I didn’t need my gun?” She said softly. “I’d have used my hands. Quiet. Clean.”

Her free hand hovered—never touching—just close enough that Evelyn could sense the phantom outline of a grip around her jaw, a suggestion of power rather than the act itself. -

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

She didn't move. Didn't even shift.

Her eyes, however— they followed every movement. The way her steps slowed, the way she crouched slightly, and the stole Evelyn's wine glass straight from her hands.

It took everything in her not to part her lips to be offered some of that —

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

“A woman chasing danger,” Juliet murmured. “And you’re still kicking because you’re clever. Calculated.” The smirk softened into something subtler, more intimate. “Because you know exactly how close to stand to the fire without falling in.”

A beat. -

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

“I chose the date.” She paused—cruel, teasing, intoxicating.

“For now.”

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

Juliet’s steps slowed.
Not stopped—just slowed, like Evelyn’s words had brushed against something sharp inside her.

“A gun…” she repeated, voice quiet, almost thoughtful. “Or a date.”

Her head tilted, assessing Evelyn with a look that felt far too intimate for something -

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

With each step closer, the adrenaline in her veins increased tenfold. She loved it, loved feeling like events were out of her hands.

Bright eyes fell on gloved hands, her own slender digits pressing the lever so her recliner had her sitting up straight rather than lounging —

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

invites me over with a 50/50 chance of a bullet or a date… and then waits in a recliner like she’s ordering dessert.”

A soft laugh escaped her.

“So here’s your surprise,” Juliet murmured, standing back up straight whilst finishing the remainder of the wine. -

[ً @aslovewept]

… fight back.

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

absolutely unhinged.”

A beat.

“Then again… I showed up.”
A wry, crooked smile.

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

The door eased open with a soft, careful click—too deliberate to be a mistake, too confident to belong to someone second-guessing her choices.

Juliet stepped inside like she’d been invited… but only just. She closed the door quietly, her gloved fingers lingering on -

[ᴇᴠᴇʟʏɴ ᴋʟᴇɪɴ ‹ Parody › @AstuteSecretary]

Evelyn was adventurous— to a fault.

The fact alone that she was allowing a woman into her home who had implied she had a range of 'hobbies' that were suited to her current needs of thrill in her life... she had clearly lost all sense of reason.

She was lounging on her —

[𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙴. @Priviledgedbeut]

but not cautiously. She moved like someone testing the shape of a possibility in front of her, weighing it.

She stopped a few feet from Evelyn, looking at her like she was still making up her mind.

“I haven’t decided if you’re incredibly brave,” Juliet murmured, “or -