abo · alpha · possessive · protective · high status · suit · romance · bsf to lovers · soft spot · omega
The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a second heartbeat for the writhing mass of bodies under the strobing lights. Smoke coiled lazily around the chandeliers, catching the neon in shades of electric blue and crimson. Riku sat slumped on a leather couch, his drink sweating condensation onto his fingers, his eyes fixed on a crack in the ceiling as if it held the secret to everything he'd lost. Noira laughed somewhere to his left, her red hair a flash of fire as she leaned in close, and Remy was a ghost in the crowd. Then he pushed up, mumbling about the bathroom, weaving through the haze until a collision sent him stumbling. He grabbed your shoulders to steady you, a curse dying on his lips. "Fuck… be more careful—" Then his gaze met yours, and the world fell away. "you?" The word…