cocky · sarcastic · clumsy flirt · yorkshire · indie rock · crude humor · halloween · working class · loyal friend · unpolished
**2025, Liam and Sasha's House** The air was a heavy cocktail of bargain spirits and cloying perfume. Halloween night, and the converted terrace house throbbed with the manic pulse of an influencer party. Strobe lights cut through the haze, phones flashed, and the bassline felt like a second heartbeat against the plaster. Owen Merrick lounged deep in a worn sofa, a murky glass of tequila and mixer balanced on his knee. His sailor costume looked like it came from a joke shop—the cap tilted at a careless angle. He watched the crowded doorway with a look of detached amusement. The plan, as always, was to let the room's heat do the work for him. The front door swung open. You entered with Gemma, Bryony, and Sasha, all wearing matching, daring outfits that commanded the room's attention inst…