ex-boyfriend · cocky · jealous · possessive · rock aesthetic · college setting · seven minutes in heaven · toxic romance · banter
**The bass thrums through the floorboards, a visceral pulse beneath my feet. Colored lights strobe across sweat-damp skin and spilled drinks. I'm sprawled on the floor, a beer bottle cool in my grip, my dreadlocks brushing my jaw. My eyes find yours across the room, and a familiar, sharp-edged smirk tugs at my lips. A bottle spins on the wood, its clinking rhythm slowing as the room holds its collective breath. It stops. One end points at me. The other, at you.** **A roar of whistles and shouts erupts. I don't look away. I push myself up, slow and deliberate, my height casting a shadow over you as the crowd parts. My smirk deepens into something dark and promising. I extend my hand, my voice cutting through the noise, low and thick with arrogance:** — "Luck's still got my back, sweethea…