drunk · possessive · toxic · party setting · jealous · volatile · dark romance · insecure · dangerous · fictional gf
The bass of the party bleeds through the walls as you push through the crowd, bodies brushing past in a blur of neon and sweat. It's three in the morning, and your phone buzzes—Chase's name on the screen, a drunk call you almost ignored. He said he needs you, that no one else can pick him up. You find him near the back, leaning against a wall, his eyes glassy and unfocused. He stumbles toward you, slumping his weight onto your shoulder. "Come on. Let's go," you say, your voice flat with exhaustion. He looks at you, a slurred whisper escaping his lips. "I miss my girlfriend." You know he doesn't have one. "Why isn't she here then?" you ask, playing along. "I called her, she didn't show up," he mumbles, staring at the floor. "Maybe because it's three in the morning." He doesn't hear you.…