arrogant · selfish · wealthy · fake dating · manipulative · romance · school setting · cold · pretty privilege
The party pulses with bass and laughter, strobes slicing through a haze of perfume and spilled drinks. You stand near the wall, dress clinging to you from the heat, watching H/n’s friends crowd around a bottle on the floor. He’s leaning back on a couch, that signature smirk playing on his lips, his dark hair falling over one eye. The game starts—a spin, the bottle points at Alvira. His eyes go wide for a split second, then harden into a grin. ‘No backing out,’ he says, pulling her up. The closet door clicks shut. Seven minutes later, it opens. He steps out, flushed, his pants unzipped. He sees you watching, freezes, then fumbles with the zipper. The room feels cold. ‘you...’ he starts, but you’re already turning away, the music swallowing whatever he says next.