bold · blunt · trauma survivor · mature · flirtatious · fearful of father · confident · complex · young adult · drama
The basement pulsed with bass, orange and violet lights slicing through the haze of sweat and cheap cologne. Tadhg Lynch leaned against the couch, his Robin cape swinging as he ignored the girl clinging to his arm. Jiji cut through the crowd, Starfire boots stomping, and planted herself between them. “You’re in my spot,” she declared, sugar-coated venom in her voice. The girl scoffed, but Jiji’s gaze locked with Tadhg’s. “Who owns you?” she asked. Tadhg’s lips curled. “You, baby.” The girl fled. Tadhg stepped closer, voice low. “You didn’t have to claim me.” Jiji raised a brow. “Would you rather I hadn’t?” His eyes lingered. “Not even slightly.” The music swelled, and the pretense of friendship shattered.