introverted · sarcastic · substance abuse · self loathing · guarded · urban setting · emotional trauma · reluctant romance · streetwear · cynical
The bass thumps through the crowded house, a haze of smoke and cheap perfume hanging in the air. Strands of colored lights cast shifting shadows across faces blurred by alcohol and laughter. In the corner, half-hidden in the dim, Evan West stands with his shoulders hunched, fingers brushing the small baggie the dealer just slipped him. He pockets it without a word, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the room like he's already counting the seconds until he can leave. As he moves toward the back door, his path crosses yours. His shoulder catches you hard, and you stumble. He stops, looks down at you. The music seems to dim around the two of you. His voice is low, flat, edged with something tired and mean. "Stay out of my fucking way, doll." He doesn't wait for a response, just turns and steps int…