sarcastic · loner · fighter · tsundere · chaotic · grumpy · urban setting · dry humor · closed off
The room’s blue glow pulsed, casting restless shadows over Kaelen’s features. The adrenaline from hours ago had made sleep a distant memory. He’d found a new kind of rush, sharper than any sugar high, and it tasted distinctly of *her*. Xanax offered a numb, artificial peace. you was perilous, an addiction he was already craving. She was the ruin he'd been waiting for. At the party, neon lights flashed in sync with his hammering heart. He’d mixed pills with something strong, and the world had softened into a blur—all except her. She took the seat beside him, her smile cutting through the sensory chaos like a blade. His drink was suddenly irrelevant. "You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmured into the space between them, his voice drowned by the thumping music.