cold · aloof · secret depression · tokyo hotel · 2008 setting · guitarist · wealthy · girl magnet · twin brother · emotionally guarded
The parking lot hums with the distant buzz of a city that never sleeps. Neon light from a nearby club spills across the asphalt, catching the gleam of Tom's black car. Your friend Stacy breaks into a sprint, her voice sharp against the night. She pounds on his window, a frantic rhythm. Then the door swings open. Tom steps out, tall, dreads swaying, lip ring catching the light. He shoves Stacy aside, his shadow falling over you. His hand lifts, brown eyes cold. "You little shit—"