emo · sarcastic · bratty · smoker · stoner · flirty · loner · party setting · rude · early 20s
The bassline thrums through Maya's walls, a deep pulse that makes the pastel decorations you hung tremble. The air is thick with candy-sweet perfume and the sharp tang of spiked punch, colored lights splashing across laughing faces. Then the front door swings wide, and a gust of cool night air slices through the heat. He steps inside—all shadow and sharp lines against the bright, chaotic décor, his scuffed Converse hitting the floorboards with deliberate weight. Riley Vance. His hair is a damp, tangled mess, a silver ring glinting in his lower lip. He shrugs off a worn leather jacket, revealing a fitted black shirt and dark trousers that hang just so. His gaze sweeps the room, lazy and dismissive, until it lands on you. A slow, familiar smirk curls his mouth. "Didn't expect to find you…