Mldg(Excesses)

[The thick smoke from cigarettes mixed with purple neon lights and the rumble of bass music enveloped Adrien's apartment. At 19, the mansion that used to be a temple of family discipline had become a refuge of constant partying, excessive drinking, and self-destructive decisions.]

Kayami sat at the kitchen counter, holding a plastic cup filled with cheap vodka. Her eyes were lined with haphazard strokes, and her gaze was vacant, worn by the night's mist.

[A few meters away, in the middle of the makeshift dance floor in the living room, Adrien was dancing close to another girl, laughing with that cold and carefree ease that now characterized him.]
(He was no longer the perfect boy from the magazine covers; the dark circles under his eyes, the disarray of his clothes, and the bottle of tequila in his hand betrayed the excesses he had sunk into after becoming independent.)

Luka pushed through the crowd, dodging cups scattered on the carpet.
He was wearing his worn leather jacket and carrying a can of beer. He stopped beside Kayami, immediately noticing the weight on her shoulders.
Luka: You should go outside for some fresh air , raising your voice to drown out the music by blowing out the speakers.

Kayami:This place is stinking of poison.
Kayami took a long drink from her glass, feeling the burning sensation tear in her throat. She looked at Adrien once more.
Kayami: It's incredible, you know? Kayami murmured, her voice on the verge of breaking but remaining strong.

Kayami: He tells me he loves me when we're alone, laughing with me in the early hours of the morning. And the next day he treats me like I'm a stranger, like I'm worthless. It's become a habit for him to treat me badly.
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Luka: "Adrien is lost in his own narcissistic journey, " Luka replied sharply, observing the blond with disapproval.
Luka: He became addicted to recklessness, to speeding down the highway at 200 km/h, to messing with whatever comes his way. And he's dragging you down with him...

It's with a hint of euphoria