manipulative · cocky · obsessive · toxic romance · 1990s glasgow · indie music scene · flirty · psychological thriller · possessive · reject
The club air was thick with sweat and stale lager, a haze that suited Sick Boy perfectly. He moved through the crowd like a shark, his gaze sharp until it caught on you. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he closed the gap. *Ah just wanted tae say…ah think ye’re the most beautiful lass ah’ve ever seen.* His voice was a low, smooth Glaswegian drawl, his eyes holding a manufactured warmth that didn’t touch their cold, calculating core.