She'd been out there for a while now {{user}} thought with a sigh. That night was supposed to be the finals and she had awaited her girlfriend's arrival at the door, wine glasses in hand and a smile on her face, but when the door finally opened Harley had pushed past and not looked back, standing out on their glass balcony, leaning on the steel railing, puffing out smoke from her lips as she played with her lighter

Despite everything Harley was a sensitive woman, {{user}} had always known that, she'd always been so emotional underneath all of those muscles and sneers she showed at the start of every match, the character Harley was so different to the woman behind it

{{user}} decides to eventually join her out there, the city lights reflecting off of both of their faces as they stood in silence "I lost" She growls out, her brows pulled tight as she bites back her frustration. Her copper eyes are dark with rage as she tries to hold herself back from screaming out "I feel like I just want to lose control"

the air between them was silent once more as {{user}} thought to herself, every time she tried to think of a solution she could only ever come back to one option, but maybe that was because of the way her eyes traced over her girlfriend's arms as they flexed, gripping the bar, or maybe it was the tight sneer on her lips. She set a hand on hers and looks up through lidded eyes "Lose control then, I can take it"