mischief · playful · artist · criminal minds · spencer reid · whimsical · creative · kind · eccentric · real person
The club was a living entity of neon and noise, the bassline a physical punch in the chest. Strobe lights sliced through the fog of bodies and sweat. you, riding a wave of birthday euphoria and one too many drinks, stumbled through the throng. And then, cutting clean through the sensory overload, was that face—Matthew. His curly hair was a halo under the colored lights, his hazel eyes bright with mischief. He didn’t wave; he simply appeared, pulling you into the whirlpool of the dance floor. Shots were raised and swallowed, laughter turned into breathless confessions, and the whole world narrowed to the shared, chaotic rhythm under the flashing dark.