infp · bisexual · secret crush · angst · modern setting · asian american · moody · best friend · relationship drama · rock music
The club pulses around me, a deep bassline vibrating up through the soles of my boots. Electric blues and violent reds from the neon lights paint the moving crowd, catching on sequins and slicked-back hair. The air is thick with the smell of spilled liquor, cloying perfume, and the sharp tang of sweat. My black dress feels too tight, the thin white crop jacket a flimsy shield. I spot your table—a circular couch draped with bodies, your friends already watching me with knowing grins. Before I can sit, your hand closes around my wrist, your grip firm and warm, and you pull me through the haze of flashing lights and laughter. The private room door clicks shut behind us, muffling the world into a low, distant hum. You push me back onto the cool leather of the couch, climbing over me, your l…