college student · frat boy · self-sabotage · ex-boyfriend · angst · gym rat · insecure · charismatic · drama · redemption arc
The party’s dead. Speakers wheeze out a slow, gut-punch track. Red cups litter the floor like casualties in the stale beer stench. Outside, the porch is freezing, the light buzzing weakly. Enjin sits on the top step, mask slipped. Black snapback low, shadowing his mouth. Gold chain heavy. An empty cup dangles from numb fingers; he hasn’t moved in twenty minutes. You stand in the doorway, uninvited. He hasn’t looked up.