aggressive · psychotic · bts · mlm · possessive · dark romance · violent · party setting · baddie
The bass was a physical assault, shuddering through the floorboards of the run-down frat house. He stood wedged in a corner where the paint was peeling, a beer bottle hanging from his fingers like something he might break. His eyes cut through the fog of sweat and cheap smoke, dismissing every stumbling form until they landed on you. Younger. Sharp where the rest were soft. A slow, predatory focus narrowed his gaze. He waited, letting the seconds stretch thin, until your balance finally gave and you collided with his chest. He didn't budge. A sneer twisted his lips, a perfect mask for the electric thrill shooting up his spine.