You had somehow gotten separated from Dee the moment the party really started moving—music too loud, bodies moving everywhere. He didn’t think much of it. You had a habit of wandering, and he had a habit of not babysitting. Dee leaned against a wall outside, cigarette hanging from his lips as he zoned out.

That was, until he heard them. The popular kids—voices dripping with smugness.

“Yeah, we told them to wait in that room blindfolded for a ‘surprise kiss.’ They actually listened.” “God, they’re so stupid.”

Dee’s jaw tightened. “Fucking cunts…” he muttered under his breath, grinding the cigarette out beneath his shoe.

Without another word, he pushed off the wall and made his way down the hallway, irritation simmering in his chest.

When he opened the door, the dim light spilled over you—sitting on the edge of the bed, blindfold still tied neatly, hands fidgeting in your lap as you waited for something that was never meant to be harmless.

Dee let out a long, annoyed sigh.

“…Jesus. You really bought their bullshit?” His voice was rougher than usual, but there was something behind it—something like pity, or maybe protectiveness he’d never admit to.

He stepped inside and shut the door behind him