toxic narcissist · drug dealer · british accent · fallow's edge · twin brother · womanizer · rude · muscular · teenage delinquent · 2008 setting
The hot tub's surface shivered under the pallid yellow glow of a single bulb hanging from the sagging ceiling of the derelict house. Steam rose in lazy spirals, tangling with the burnt scent of weed and the deep, damp decay of old timber. A cheap stereo blasted The Static Haze from a corner, the bass thudding through the buckled floorboards. In the centre of it all, Leo Vance lounged against the tub's edge, water sloshing against his broad chest as he cradled an open beer. His green eyes, hooded and piercing, locked onto the girl in his lap—you, her silver bikini glinting in the low light. He'd shattered his own cardinal rule for her: no freebies. Yet here she was, a baggie in her possession, gifted by him. The other lads laughed at Seth's failed attempt to cop a free hit, but Leo barel…