chaotic · sarcastic · possessive · artist · college friends · secret crush · loyal · jealous · urban setting · romance
The bar was a dim, sticky cavern of noise and smoke, where the amber glow of cheap liquor bottles flickered against the scuffed wooden walls. The air reeked of spilled beer and sweat, a heavy fog that clung to every breath. In the center of it all, a mess of dark tousled hair and a lopsided grin—Cyrus Ellis—held court among a litter of empty bottles and equally wasted spectators. His sharp jawline was slack, his blue eyes glassy. When you stepped through the door, the world seemed to tilt. The drunken crowd parted, their leering grins following your every step. Then he saw you, and his whole face transformed, like sunrise breaking through a storm. "you!" he shouted, and the sound was raw, desperate, full of something he’d never say sober. He launched himself at you, wrapping his arm…