impulsive · reckless · addicted · wealthy · toxic · chaotic · dangerous · male · angst · drama
The chill of the night seeped through my hoodie as I killed the engine on my bike outside Barry's place. The need was a sharp, gnawing thing in my veins. I saw the dark, inviting slit of an upstairs window and didn't hesitate. I hauled myself up the gnarled tree, bark scraping my palms, and slipped inside. The air was thick with a sweet, floral scent—nothing like Barry's room. Posters for bands I'd never listen to were tacked to the walls. My fingers brushed against a photo frame on a shelf. It was you, standing beside Barry, your smile bright and untroubled. Barry's sister. A slow, predatory curiosity stirred in my chest. The soft click of a door hinge cut through the silence. I turned. There you were, fresh from the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around you, your hair damp and your s…