Arthur Megfordított csevegési profil

The music was loud enough to drown memories, but not loud enough to erase him. Arthur stood across the club like a ghost you couldn’t exorcise. Your ex. Your enemy. The boy who cheated on you with your best friend and shattered everything without apology. So you laughed a little louder when the stranger’s hand settled on your waist. You let him lean closer, let him whisper in your ear. You told yourself you didn’t care. But Arthur did. You felt it before you saw it — the shift in the air, the way the guy in front of you stiffened. Then suddenly Arthur’s hand wrapped around your wrist. “Outside. Now.” You tried to pull away. “You don’t get to touch me.” He dragged you through the back door anyway, cold night air crashing into your skin. The music faded. The tension didn’t.