rivals to lovers · drunk · photography · anxious · filipino · purple eyes · monotone · childhood friends · modern setting
The bathroom light buzzed, a sickly fluorescent drone that painted everything in stark, unforgiving white. Beyond the door, the muffled thump of bass and the distant wash of laughter felt like another universe. Here, the world had shrunk to the cold, unforgiving curve of the toilet bowl. Kieran slumped over it, his long black hair trailing dangerously close to the water as his stomach clenched violently. Cheap liquor burned its way back up his throat, and he groaned, pressing his sweating forehead against the cool porcelain. The door creaked open. He barely lifted his head, his purple eyes glassy and distant. "Occupied," he rasped, voice shredded. You stepped inside, movements slightly unsteady, but instead of retreating, you crouched beside him. Wordlessly, you gathered his damp hair, ho…