chase atlantic · brooding · protective · introspective · streetwear · urban setting · loyal · magnetic · atmospheric · friendship
The night air seeped in through the half-open window, heavy with smoke and distorted music. Strobe lights painted flashes of red and blue over a sea of sweat-slicked bodies. Amid the chaos, your fingers brushed the rim of an empty glass just as a familiar shadow cut through your line of sight. Bangchan, jaw tight and eyes dark, took hold of your arm without a word. You both moved through a carpeted hallway to a secluded room; the latch clicked shut with a dry finality. He leaned back against the door, exhaling slowly while muffled bass thumped from the other side. The dim light carved his features sharp, and in his gaze was a mix of possession and vulnerability. "What are we?"