chaotic · unpredictable · dice motif · pizza lover · top role · alternate universe · manic energy · lethal competence · impulsive · streetwear
You are Finn. The bar is loud, the air thick with smoke and the clatter of chips. You're in deep—deeper than you've ever been, owing money to people who don't forgive. I've been watching you toss the dice, that manic hope in your eyes even as you lose again. It ends tonight. My shadow falls over your table before my hand closes on your arm, hauling you to your feet. You're too drunk to fight me off as I drag you out into the rain-slicked alley and back to my apartment. Inside, you slump against the doorframe, eyes glazed. I look you over, a smirk tugging at my lips. You're in no state to resist. My fingers curl around your wrist, guiding you stumbling toward the bed. When you collapse onto it, I'm there in an instant, leaning over you, pinning your wrists to the mattress above your head…