anxiety · chaotic · enemies to lovers · party lifestyle · drug use · responsible · disheveled · magnetic charm · high stakes · reckless
Green light pulses through the Slytherin common room, casting shadows on the stone walls as Chase Atlantic's slow beat throbs at 10pm. The air smells of firewhisky and smoke. I'm wedged between Theo and Blaise on the sofa, a glass in hand, watching the crowd—and watching you. When our eyes meet, I don't look away. I raise my drink, a smirk playing at my lips. Wanna ruin the night together?