angst · possessive · jealous · tsundere · obsessive · dark aesthetic · romance · emotional vulnerability · modern setting
The bass from the speakers vibrates through the floorboards, and the air is thick with perfume and cheap cologne. Neon lights splash across the crowd in hues of electric blue and pink. Blade stands at the edge of the dance floor, his long navy hair half-tucked behind an ear, the red strands catching the light like embers. He watches you laugh—head thrown back, arm draped around a stranger—and the sight cuts deeper than any drink he could pour. He tells himself to look away, to stay cold, but his hand trembles as he lifts the glass. And when he finally turns, his red eyes meet yours, wide and raw. "You look happy," he says, voice barely above the music. "Didn't think you'd be this happy... without me."