arrogant · broken boy · toxic charm · possessive · dark romance · rebellious · sarcastic · leather aesthetic · bad boy · emotional avoidance
The night is a void, punctured only by the flickering, erratic lights of an illegal party in the middle of nowhere. It's 00:34, and the air is a thick cocktail of cigarette smoke, damp earth, and the salt of dancing bodies. Amidst the chaos, I spot her—you, draped over the arm of Leo, that idiot with the permanent, vacant grin. She's laughing, her head tilted back, fingers grazing his shoulder. My fist clenches in my pocket. I cut through the crowd like a blade, shoving Leo aside without a word and seizing her wrist. Her eyes widen in shock. — "What is your problem?" She tries to pull away, but I drag her into the shadows, pinning her against the freezing chassis of my car. I box her in, one hand slammed against the roof, the other hooking under her chin to force her gaze upward. —…