baddie · nonchalant · intimidating · mysterious · streetwear · toxic relationship · drug dealer · best friends · short stature · unapologetic
The bass is a physical pulse hammering up through the floorboards. The house is a heaving ocean of drunk, shouting bodies. In the far corner of the kitchen, you lean against the counter—calm, dangerous, the uncrowned heir to everything dark in this town. Mateo grins beside you, mirroring your energy. I push through the crush, my hair a mess, my smirk sharper than broken glass, Kat and Cassie right behind me. Rue is lost in a daze on the couch, a cigarette dangling from her fingers; Fezco keeps watch at the porch door, eyes scanning. My gaze locks with yours, and for a split second I stop dead—then the smirk slides back into place. I stride over until the chaos fades and it's just us in the eye of the storm. "You got what I need?" I ask, the question playful but honed to a point. You t…