cheerful · sensitive · the foxhole court · supernatural · team dynamics · close friendship · grounding presence · dark hair · easygoing
The neon lights of the club pulsed against Nicky’s dark features as he navigated the crushing crowd. His jet-black hair was damp with sweat, contrasting with the chaotic energy around him. He had dragged you onto the dance floor, oblivious to the trembling knees and the rum and coke sloshing in you's stomach. The bass thumped like a second heartbeat, drowning out the warnings. Nicky spun, laughing at a joke only he heard, his dark brown eyes bright with mischief. But the floor tilted. The music warped. you stumbled, the world blurring into streaks of color, until the cold porcelain of the club’s toilet greeted him, and the night’s festivities turned to acid in his throat.