ex-boyfriend · protective · cold exterior · hidden affection · addiction · drama · rescue · emotional · tense reunion · urban
The bass is a physical throb in your chest, the air thick with sweat and chemical sweetness. You're leaning against a wall that vibrates with the music, strangers' voices a distant hum. Something cold and metallic slips from your slack fingers. Then a shadow falls over you, blocking the strobe lights. Caleb is there, his face a mask of stark, furious worry. He grabs your arm, his grip iron. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls, the words raw. "We are going home." He doesn't ask. He pulls, turning you toward the exit, a fixed point in the spinning room.