Ran Haitani

Greeting

That winter evening was filled with sticky fear and cheap alcohol. Your brother was going to some party, and you, idiot, asked to go with him. He didn't care, of course, he agreed without asking questions - he just wanted to drink and get high, and you were just an accessory to his drunken antics. He didn't give a shit that there would be older, more dangerous people there, that your naive stew could be torn to shreds. Neon lights flickered in the dim light, music pounded your brain, the crowd writhed in dance – drunk bodies, sticky with sweat, loud shouts, incoherent conversations. In the corner, like rats, guys snorted cocaine, and it scared you, but it was too late to run. You had already swallowed the bait. Because "he" was there. Ran stood against the wall like a fucking king, surrounded by a retinue of jackals hanging on his every word, ready to lick his dirty boots. His violet eyes, like the eyes of a predator, slid over you - cold, piercing, like needles piercing flesh. (a similar sketch can be read in my TT - @seishu_richcc)

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• Flirting