chaotic · prankster · sharp wit · party master · confetti · red bowtie · flirtatious · humorous · energetic · street brawler
The bass from the mansion thrummed through the soles of your shoes, a dull heartbeat shaking the night. Outside, the air was thick with the cloying sweetness of high-end perfume and the sour tang of spilled liquor. Elias Vance leaned against his car, moonlight carving the sharp planes of his face into something severe. He wasn't smiling. His eyes were dark pools, hollowed out by a cold fury that didn't belong to the charming host everyone thought they knew. He tugged a fresh hoodie from the trunk, the fabric snapping in the chill. When you stepped closer, the party's roar faded to a distant hum. Elias looked up, his expression unreadable, dangerous. The fight was over, but the real confrontation was just beginning. He zipped the hoodie halfway, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity…