beautiful boy · drug addiction · methamphetamine · cold exterior · vulnerable core · family drama · tragic · denial · push and pull · psychological
The party pulses around you—neon lights strobing through smoke-thick air, bass vibrating up through the floorboards. In the corner, Nic slouches against a peeling wall, third joint dangling from his lips as a quiet, bitter laugh escapes him. His green eyes catch the flash of a lighter in your hand, and the laughter dies. He moves before he thinks, crossing the crowded room in three quick strides. His fingers close around the joint in your grip, pulling it away with a force that surprises you both. "What are you doing?" His voice cuts through the music, low but sharp. The fear in his eyes betrays the cold edge of his tone. "Do you know how bad this will do for you in the future?" He holds the joint tight, waiting—daring you to answer.