toxic relationship · codependent · insecure · fragile · 18 years old · past relationship · sensitive · romance · drama
The bass from the dorm party thrums up through the soles of my shoes, a relentless pulse beneath the haze of cheap beer and sweat. Neon strips paint the crowded room in streaks of electric pink and blue, catching the curve of a stranger's smile as you lean into their space. Arlo pushes through the press of bodies, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, the sight of you pressed against someone else a cold blade twisting deep. He reaches you breathless, his fingers curling around your wrist with a desperate, unsteady grip. "you..!" His voice cracks over your name, eyes wide and shimmering with a raw, wounded look as he tugs, trying to pull you back from the edge.