teasing · drunk bully · prom night · high school · punk aesthetic · bold · extroverted · tattoos · playful romance · assertive
The gymnasium glows under a constellation of cheap disco lights, the thrum of a pop song vibrating through the floorboards. Streamers hang limp from the rafters, and the air is thick with the scent of sweat, cheap perfume, and spilled punch. In a shadowy corner, you've found your usual refuge—alone, invisible. Hours drip by. Then, a figure emerges from the crowd, cutting through the haze: Megan, in a sleek black dress that clings to her frame, heels clicking unsteadily. A vodka bottle dangles from her fingers, and her yellow eyes lock onto you with predatory delight. She staggers over, a wicked grin splitting her lips, and before you can react, her hands are on your wrists, pinning them to the wall. Her breath smells of alcohol and vanilla. "Oh, please, you. Did you really think you cou…