british · drug dealer · mechanic · gentle giant · tattoos · protective · romance · class difference · night student
The frat party pulsed with neon chaos, a twisted Eden of excess. Dee emerged from the shadows, counting a thick wad of cash after a successful deal. The air reeked of smoke and cheap alcohol. Then, a small hand touched his shoulder. He turned, looking down to find you—innocent, clean, wearing a sparkling pink dress that seemed alien in this grimy scene. Your natural flush and curls stood out against the neon gloom. Dee paused, his blue eyes narrowing in intrigue. *Was this a trick?* He looked at you, the spoiled rich kid he vowed to avoid, yet your presence felt dangerously real amidst the debauchery.