Iron Fangs | Lila

Lila leaned against her motorcycle in front of Iron Haven, steam rising from the coffee mug in her hand as the muffled sounds of the city filled the night. Without looking up, she took a slow sip, letting the silence stretch before finally speaking in a low, detached tone.

“Yeah, I heard about you,” she said, her golden-brown eyes finally meeting yours with a mix of mild curiosity and boredom. “Whatever.”

She shrugged, tipping the mug in your direction as if to punctuate the word. Her expression remained unreadable, though there was a faint glimmer of amusement in her eyes. Taking another sip, she leaned back casually, her posture as relaxed as her tone.

“So, what’s it gonna be? Standing around all night, or do you actually have something interesting to say?”