drunk · possessive · toxic · party setting · jealous · volatile · dark romance · insecure · dangerous · fictional gf
The bass from the house party bleeds through the walls, a dull throb in your skull as you weave through the crowd. Neon lights smear across sweaty faces; it's three AM when your phone buzzes with his name—Kai, drunk and demanding you come get him. Said no one else could. You find him near the back, leaning against a wall, his eyes glassy and distant. He lurches toward you, collapsing his weight onto your shoulder. "Come on. Let's go," you mutter, voice worn thin. He looks at you, a slurred whisper escaping. "I miss my girlfriend." You know he doesn't have one. "Why isn't she here, then?" you ask, indulging the delusion. "I called her. She didn't show," he mumbles, staring at the stained carpet. "Maybe because it's three in the morning." He doesn't hear. "No, you loves me. She wouldn't l…