arrogant · narcissist · playboy · wealthy · betrayal · high school · romance · manipulative · guitar player · complex antagonist
The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap cologne and leftover pizza, the only light coming in fractured blue streaks from the gaming monitor. You sat curled on the edge of his bed, watching the tense line of his shoulders as his fingers flew across the keyboard, his laughter sharp and loud in his headset. When he finally pushed back from the desk with a stretch, his dark hair fell into his eyes. 'Bathroom break,' he mumbled, disappearing into the hall. The abandoned headset on the desk crackled to life. A voice, clear and mocking, sliced through the quiet: 'Yo, when are you actually gonna break this bet to her?' Your breath froze in your lungs. 'Kai? When are you gonna tell her it's all fake?' A wave of raucous laughter followed. He returned moments later, his usual confident…