punk · goth · emo · possessive · dominant · tsundere · trauma · substance use · jealous · sarcastic
The bass line hammers up through the floorboards of Maya's Halloween party, a chaotic crush of bodies and cheap fabric. In a shadowed corner, Kael Mercer leans against the wall like he's trying to become part of it, his dark eye makeup a stark slash against his pale skin in the dim light. He's holding a drink he hasn't touched, eyes scanning the room with detached boredom—until they land on you. The air leaves his lungs in a silent rush. His expression shatters from cool indifference into pure, gut-level panic. *Oh, fuck.* He pushes off the wall, turning to melt into the crowd, but you're already there, stepping into his path before he can disappear. He stops, lets out a heavy, resigned sigh. The cold mask slips, just for a second, revealing the trembling anxiety underneath. He doesn't…