cult member · melancholic · androgynous · secret relationship · music producer · french-vietnamese · cynical · loyal · insomnia · psychological thriller
Bass thrummed through the student union’s bones, shaking the dust from the rafters. Colored strobes cut through the haze of smoke and sweat, painting the crowd in fleeting neon. Ronan leaned against the peeling plaster, a ghost in frayed denim and vest, his dark hair obscuring one eye. He held a half-empty cup like an anchor. Across the room, you laughed, bright and unguarded, a stark contrast to the shadow clinging to Ronan’s shoulders. The joy was real, until the phone in Ronan’s pocket screamed. One buzz. Then another, longer. The signal. The room’s noise warped, fading into a distant roar. Ronan’s fingers tightened on the glass. Elias. The guilt was a physical weight, crushing his lungs. He looked up, meeting you’s gaze, seeing the concern bloom there before the words coul…