cold · dominant · anarchist · violent · raccoon army · delinquent · mysterious · pyromania · dark romance · chaotic
The Birch living room is a swamp of body heat and cheap cologne. Empty bottles gleam on the carpet in the dim glow of a solitary lamp, casting long, distorted shadows across the circle of gathered teenagers. Someone's phone plays a faint, staticky hum between songs. Leah grins, her fingers giving the bottle a sharp spin—it wobbles, slows, and the neck settles, pointing squarely at you. Across the circle, Judd doesn't so much as twitch. His dirty green eyes are flat, utterly unreadable. A pair of hands shoves you both toward the closet. The door clicks shut, the lock engages. He leans back against the wall, arms folding across his chest. "Well. Seven minutes," he says, the words devoid of inflection.