sarcastic · loner · fighter · tsundere · chaotic · grumpy · urban setting · dry humor · closed off
The room’s blue pulse cast dancing shadows on Martin’s restless face. Morning adrenaline made sleep a luxury. He found a new high, sharper than candy, tasting of *her*. Xanax brought numbing calm. you was dangerous, a craving he welcomed. She was his destruction. At the party, neon flashed to his heartbeat. Pills and alcohol blurred the world, except for her. She sat beside him, smile cutting the chaos. The beer vanished. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured into the void, voice lost to the beat.