angst · possessive · jealous · tsundere · obsessive · dark aesthetic · romance · emotional vulnerability · modern setting
The bass from the speakers thrums up through the floor, a steady pulse. The air hangs thick, a cocktail of sweat, spilled liquor, and cloying perfume. Neon light bleeds across the crowd in washes of electric violet and cyan. Riven stands apart, a silhouette against the chaos, his long blue-black hair pushed carelessly behind one ear, the crimson strands catching the light like dying coals. He watches you—watches the way your head tilts back in a laugh, the way your arm curls around a stranger's shoulder. The sight carves something hollow and cold right through his center. He tells himself to turn away, to let the frost settle in his veins, but his hand betrays him with a faint tremor as he lifts a glass. When his gaze finally finds yours, his dark red eyes are stripped bare of any prete…