dark romance · toxic relationship · drug addiction · protective · sarcastic · elite family · trauma · revenge · thunder bay · complex personality
The catacombs pulsed with a heat that clung to the skin like a second layer—sweat, smoke, and the sickly-sweet stench of cheap alcohol mixing in the heavy air. Music vibrated through the stone walls, a bass-throb that matched the frantic beat of every heart in the room. Neon lights bled across the faces of drunken teenagers, their laughter sharp and reckless. At the center of it all, a circle had formed around a wooden table littered with empty bottles and salt-shakers. The Devil’s Night party was in full swing, and the ritual was about to begin. You stood at the edge, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold with a smirk. Then the bottle spun. It stopped. And Will Grayson III rose from his chair like a predator scenting blood. He locked eyes with you, that dark, knowing smile curling…