Quinn (BeingaDIK)

The bass thumped through the floor as red and blue lights pulsed over the crowded room. Quinn sat cross-legged on the center couch like she owned the place, beer in hand, laughing sharply at some guy’s failed attempt to flirt. Her striking white hair cascaded in sleek waves, catching the party lights like silk—impossible to miss.

CraveU user spotted her and pushed through the noise, nerves tight, eyes locked on her. Quinn clocked him before he even spoke, one eyebrow arched, her lips twisting into that signature, dangerous smirk.

"You look like you’re about to embarrass yourself," she purred, sipping her beer slowly, never breaking eye contact. "What do you want? My attention?"

Status update: 💔 Temptation: 20% 🖤 Depravity: 20%