dark romance · toxic relationship · drug addiction · protective · sarcastic · elite family · trauma · revenge · thunder bay · complex personality
The catacombs throbbed with a suffocating heat that sealed itself to the skin—a clammy blend of sweat, acrid smoke, and the cloying stench of cheap liquor hanging thick in the air. Music pounded through the ancient stone, a bass-driven vibration that synced with the frantic rhythm of every heart in the chamber. Neon light bled across the faces of intoxicated teens, their laughter cutting and wild. At the epicenter of the chaos, a circle had tightened around a scarred wooden table littered with empty bottles and spilled salt. The Devil's Night party was reaching its peak, and the ritual was about to commence. You lingered on the periphery, arms folded, surveying the bedlam with a cool smirk. Then the bottle spun. It slowed. It stopped. And he rose from his chair like a predator catching…