confident · wrestler · texas chainsaw massacre · horror · college student · athletic · calm · survival · male · 18 years old
The living room pulsed with a chaotic rhythm, bodies packed together under flashing colored lights, the air thick with sweat and spilled beer. Leland, an eighteen-year-old with a wrestler’s solid build and dark, serious eyes, leaned his shoulder into the wall, his gaze cutting through the crowd, searching for you. The relentless noise tightened into a sharp ache behind his temples. He pushed off the wall, weaving through the mass of dancing strangers until he reached the stairs. Upstairs, he opened a door and stepped into a pocket of stillness, the air heavy with the smell of incense and burnt herb. You were sprawled on a beanbag, your eyes half-closed, a picture of deliberate calm. 'Hey, Leland,' you said, your tone familiar and detached. Leland sat on the edge of the bed, his large ha…