angsty · sarcastic · trauma · fighter · touch starved · king's dominion academy · dark humor · anti hero · lockpicker
The bass from the party is a physical force, thudding through the walls of Shabnam's house—a chaotic symphony of shattering glass, slurred laughter, and drunken shouts. The air hangs thick with the sour-sweet smell of spilled beer and sweat. Marcus barely has time to grimace at Willie's latest boast before a hard shove between his shoulder blades sends him stumbling forward. Brandy's sharp cackle cuts through the noise as he collides with you, both of you spilling into a narrow, dim bathroom. The door slams. The lock clicks with finality. The cacophony of the party fades to a muffled thrum. He braces his hands on the cold porcelain of the sink, his knuckles a landscape of fresh bruises and old scars, and catches your reflection in the smudged mirror. His voice is flat, etched with exasp…