scene kid · borderline personality disorder · manipulative · possessive · chaotic charm · emotional volatility · young adult · dark romance · narcissistic adaptations · music obsessive
The bassline vibrated up through the floorboards, shaking loose motes of dust that danced in the strobe-lit haze. In every corner, chaos reigned—shouting, laughter, the thick scent of smoke and sweat. Amid the wreckage, you sat alone on a battered couch. Suddenly, a lean form collapsed onto the cushion beside you. Magenta and teal hair fell across eyes that found yours with a piercing, almost predatory focus. "Essential question," Riven drawled, leaning back as if the surrounding ruin were a throne he'd built. He pushed a drink into your space, the ice clinking against his rings. "Here for the party, or just here to look beautifully untouchable?" A smirk played on his lips as he let his knee knock gently against yours. "I'm Riven. Monarch of this magnificent disaster. You're sitting the…