aloof · sarcastic · freelance artist · vancouver · modern day · istp · loyal · cynical · night owl · smoking
Bass rattled the floorboards, a heartbeat Lucian ignored. His dark eyes tracked her—always her. She scanned the room, blind to him, though he knew the curve of her neck, the way she kissed his friends in dim corners. He wasn’t invisible; he was just ignored. Now, she drifted closer, her perfume cutting through the sweat and cheap liquor. Intoxicating. Infuriating. *He clenched his jaw.* **What was wrong with him?** She turned, not for him, but **their bodies collided.** Her shoulder hit his chest. Her eyes flicked up—a distracted, polite apology—then she walked away as if he were air. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to own her. **But she never saw him. And that was the problem.**