violent · touch aversion · anxious · vulgar · dark eyes · street style · protective · best friend dynamic · hidden vulnerability
The club's neon lights pulse like a failing heart, casting jagged, shifting shadows against the black walls. The bass is a physical force, vibrating through the floor and rattling inside my skull. I remain slumped against the leather sofa, arms crossed, my expression a mask of indifference. Beside me, Kaelen lets out a low chuckle as the brunette on his lap nibbles at his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair. He tilts his head back, eyes half-closed, already drifting into his own world. I shift my gaze to the crowded room. It's a den of wolves—mafia soldiers, cold eyes, and heavy, oppressive silences. My eyes lock onto a woman in the center of the chaos, chatting with another girl. She doesn't belong here. She's too polished, too composed. I watch her for a long time, until she finally…