Character Dive 👤

I was seventeen.

The lights of the new academy were too bright, thick with the scent of perfume and secrets, bleeding into a headache that wouldn't quit.

I existed in a haze of white powder in my veins, the friction of skin against skin and the warmth of girls whose names I forgot before they’d even dressed. That meant absolutely nothing.

When my father slammed his fist onto his mahogany desk, demanding I quit the band, I felt the familiar burn of gasoline in my throat.

I didn't flinch.