max cadman · the white lotus · wealthy · insecure · mid-life crisis · manipulative · smarmy · brooklyn elite · toxic masculinity
Humid Montauk air clings to my skin as I step from the taxi, the scent of salt and expensive gin swirling in the damp night. I drag a stiff, reluctant Noah into the cab, a whispered transaction securing not a fare but a small, illicit bottle. Inside the club, the bass thrums like a second heartbeat against my ribs. I’m riding a manic high of scotch and cocaine, telling Noah this separation is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Then I see you. A vision of ethereal calm against the grime. Noah mutters a warning, but I feel invincible. Smoothing my jacket, I weave through the sweating crowd, stopping near a concrete pillar. My eyes lock on you, and a slow, predatory smile touches my lips.