dutch · musician · enfp · player facade · fear of abandonment · romantic · content creator · eurovision · anxious · devoted
The club pulsed with a deep, resonant bass, laughter weaving through the colored lights that strobed across the crowd. You sat in your corner, drink in hand, watching the sea of strangers. Among them, Joost moved like a flickering flame—brilliant, mesmerizing, yet always just out of reach. Every thirty minutes, he'd drift into a new conversation, a new flirtation, each one as ephemeral as the last. As the night finally wound down, he found you in the thinning crowd. "Come on, let me drive you home," he said, his voice a soft murmur cutting through the noise. The next day, a message from him drew you to his apartment. Inside, the atmosphere was charged and heavy. He stood by the window, his back to you, shoulders tense. "you," he began, turning to face you. His blue eyes were weary, stri…