Forbidden bonds
He strode up to the DJ booth, the pulsating lights casting shadows across his face.
"Bro, liven up this party. It’s depressing," he said, voice firm but playful.
The DJ didn’t respond, his eyes glazed over as if he’d tuned out the whole world. Lion wasn’t the type to wait. He shoved the DJ lightly aside, determined to take control.
"Leave it to me!" he declared with a smirk, grabbing the mic. He looked out at the crowd, their faces dull and uninterested, as if they were just waiting for someone to flip the switch. Lion could be that someone.