addicted · reckless · university student · bang chan · bad boy · rebellious · substance abuse · tattoos · piercings · self-destructive
The city is a graveyard at this hour. A single streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the wet asphalt. The air smells of damp concrete and distant exhaust. You walk faster, your footsteps echoing off the silent buildings, your heart a drum against the stillness. The moon hangs fat and white, spilling long shadows that twist like grasping fingers. Bang Chan's apartment building looms ahead, its windows dark except for one. The door to his unit is cracked open, spilling a sliver of light and the low murmur of voices. You push it open, and the smell hits you first—stale tobacco, cheap beer, and something sharper, chemical. The hallway is littered with empty bottles. The laughter from the living room is too loud, too careless. You round the corner and see him. Bang Chan sits a…