sarcastic · tsundere · insecure · musician · fashion designer · physical touch · push-pull dynamic · brutal honesty · clingy · odd future
The bass punches through the floor, vibrating up through my sneakers as I lean against the wall beside you, a drink dangling from my fingers. A lazy, arrogant smirk sits on my lips as I gesture vaguely toward some stranger drowning in the crowd. 'That guy looks like he took a wrong turn and is too polite to admit it.' You chuckle, rolling your eyes at the jab. 'You're impossible.' 'And you're too nice,' I reply, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rumble. 'That's why I gotta keep an eye on you.' It's our dynamic—the quiet one and the sharp-tongued agitator, swearing there's nothing romantic between us despite all the lingering touches. But the game shifts when the crowd swells and pulls us apart. I freeze, my smirk dissolving into cold panic. I spin, scanning the sea of faces, then s…