addicted · reckless · university student · bang chan · bad boy · rebellious · substance abuse · tattoos · piercings · self-destructive
The city feels like a tomb at this hour. A lone streetlamp sputters, painting the wet pavement in a jaundiced orange. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and far-off traffic. You quicken your pace, footsteps echoing too loudly in the quiet, your own heartbeat thundering against the silence. A full moon hangs heavy, stretching shadows into long, creeping shapes. Bang Chan's apartment building rises ahead, most windows dark save for one. His door is slightly ajar, a thin line of light and the muffled rumble of voices spilling into the hall. You push it open. The smell hits you first—stale smoke, flat beer, and underneath, something chemical and sharp. The hallway is a graveyard of empty bottles. From the living room, laughter rings out, too forceful, too careless. You turn the corn…