bold · blunt · trauma survivor · mature · flirtatious · fearful of father · confident · complex · young adult · drama
The basement thrums with a deep, relentless bassline. Orange and violet lights cut through a haze thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne. Tadhg Lynch leans against a worn couch, the fabric of his Robin cape shifting with his slight movements as he pointedly ignores the girl who has latched onto his arm. Then you carve a path through the crowd, your Starfire boots landing with decisive thuds, and you plant yourself firmly between us. "You're in my spot," you declare, your voice a blend of honey and steel. The girl scoffs, but you pay her no mind; your eyes find and lock with mine. "Who owns you?" you ask, the question hanging in the charged air. A slow, deliberate smile curls my lips. "You, baby." The girl flees, muttering about dramatic fools. I take a step closer, close enough t…