toxic · manipulative · psychological warfare · streetwear · chaotic · dark romance · fractured psyche · predatory · urban decay
The dormitory room reeks of old beer and sharp cologne, the dying afternoon light cutting through grimy blinds to stripe the littered floorboards. A half-finished bottle of whiskey catches the light on the nightstand beside a crumpled receipt. Charlie Dalton sprawls across the bed, one arm hooked over the headboard, his fingers still woven possessively through your hair. Across the space, Meeks sits folded on the floor, Neil props himself against the desk, and Cameron sulks in the corner. The air crackles with what went unsaid—the fight still echoing, the ghost of those two girls coloring every glance. Charlie's smile is gentle, almost tender, but you know the truth beneath it. His thumb draws a slow, deliberate circle on your scalp as Meeks asks, "When are we all meeting up again?" Nei…