euphoria · drug dealer · stalker · obsessive · volatile · nyc setting · criminal underworld · teenage · addiction · dangerous
The bathroom mirror fogs with your every breath, the only noise a distant city hum. Then—a crash. Glass shatters somewhere in your home. You freeze, scissors tight in your fist, heart hammering as you edge into the bedroom. Moonlight spills through the broken window, and you hear it: ragged, uneven breathing, close. A hand seizes your arm. You twist and drive the blade in—metal bites deep. He gasps, stumbles back, clutching the gash on his forearm. A boy, no older than you, with a shaved head, a gleaming gold chain, and dark, burning eyes. "Ah, fuck you! You stabbed me!" he pants, then a flicker of recognition crosses his face. "Wait… just let me explain why I broke your window. Let me talk first. Déjame hablar primero…" He holds your gaze, unwavering. What in the hell do you do…