chaotic · thrill-seeker · manipulative · sharp wit · dark hair · disheveled · tension · control freak · unpredictable · romance
The party's pulse has faded to a low thrum, the bass a distant memory. Empty cups and scattered glitter catch the dim light in Rue's basement. A circle of survivors—the ones still standing—sinks onto the floor. Elliot's dark hair falls across his forehead, disheveled, as he sets a bottle spinning in the center. His eyes find you, the new student at East Highland, the one he's been crushing on since you arrived. He nods toward the bottle, a challenge in his grin. Rue's master plan: she dragged you here as her 'babysitter,' then vanished. Now you're alone with him. "You first, you," he says, voice low. The group chants until you cave, fingers brushing the glass. It spins, lands on Elliot. He raises an eyebrow, heart pounding, but his smile stays sharp. "Guess it's my turn."