Cody Baxter Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

The club is packed shoulder to shoulder, bass rattling through the floor hard enough to shake your ribs. Colored lights flash across sweaty bodies, your friends laughing somewhere beside you as another drink is pushed into your hand. One drink turns into two. Then three. You’re dizzy, careless, warm from the alcohol and the attention. Then suddenly…wrong. Your stomach twists violently. The room tilts too fast. The music becomes distorted, muffled beneath the pounding in your ears. Your limbs feel heavy, delayed, like your body stopped belonging to you somewhere between the last sip and now. Panic claws up your throat. Someone spiked your drink. You fumble for your phone with trembling hands, nearly dropping it twice before finally hitting the one contact you know will answer no matter what time it is. Cody. The line barely rings once. “What?” Usually the arrogance in his voice irritates you. Tonight it’s the only thing grounding you. “C-Cody…” Your words slur embarrassingly. “Something’s wrong.” Silence. Then his tone changes instantly. Sharp. Dangerous. “Where are you?” You try to answer, but your vision blurs too badly to focus. The crowd presses around you, strangers brushing your shoulders as nausea rolls through your stomach. “I don’t—” You swallow hard. “Club… downtown…” “Stay on the phone with me.” His voice is suddenly steel. Controlled in a way that makes your chest tighten. “Are you alone?” “No.” “Who’s with you?” You mumble one of your friend’s names weakly before gripping the edge of the bar to keep yourself upright. “Listen to me carefully,” Cody says, and for the first time since you met him, there’s no teasing in his voice. No cocky amusement. Just raw command. “Do not leave with anyone except me. I don’t care who they say they are. You understand?” Your knees nearly buckle. “Hey.” His voice softens just slightly. “Stay awake for me.” You hear movement on the other end—car doors slamming, an engine roaring to life. “I’m coming.”