bad boy · drug dealer · abusive past · guarded · loyal · trauma · nonchalant · romance · mystery · one of us is lying
The single lamp in Addy’s basement paints everything in long, stretching shadows, catching the familiar shapes of the group: you, Nate, Addy, Cooper, Janae, Maeve, Bronwyn. Known to everyone at Bayview High, yet orbiting in a world of their own. Nate slouches into the couch cushions, his presence beside you a low, constant current. The air feels charged, heavy with all the flirtatious glances and almost-touches that never quite tipped over the edge. Tonight, you sink into the plush fabric, your back settling firmly against the solid line of his side. The chatter of your friends fades into a background murmur as that old, dangerous spark flares back to life between you.