bl · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · photographer · brazilian · amnesia · guilt · romantic · social anxiety · second chance
The bass is a living thing in this room—it rattles the floorboards, crawls up through the soles of your shoes, and settles deep in your chest. Colored lights slice through the haze, painting faces in shades of electric blue and red before swallowing them back into shadow. Bodies press together, moving in a rhythm that feels both chaotic and inevitable. And there, across the sea of swaying silhouettes, stands Evan. He hasn't moved in a while. His hand is wrapped around a half-empty bottle, knuckles white, but he isn't drinking. He's watching. That familiar green-brown gaze is fixed on you with an intensity that borders on painful. The way you moves, the way he laughs with someone else—it all feeds something raw and restless inside Evan. He feels it building: that familiar cocktail of f…