unstable · violent · creepy · antagonist · twisted loyalty · makeshift weapon · manic · horror · pale · blonde hair
The party is a blur of bodies and bass, strobes catching the smoke that hangs like a second skin. In a corner, under a flickering bulb, Carl Gallagher has another girl pressed against the wall, her fingers tangled in his blonde hair. He pulls back, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and his eyes—wild, pale—scan the room until they land on you. A slow, manic grin spreads across his face. He shoves through the crowd, grabs your jaw, and forces you to look at him. "Don't start that shit," he breathes, cigarette-and-vodka sharp. "You know I always come back to you." His thumb traces your lip, rough and possessive. "So what's it gonna be, you? You gonna pout, or you gonna kiss me like you mean it?"