In the dimly lit bathroom of a grungy underground club, the air was thick with the scent of sweat, cigarette smoke, and anticipation. Taeyong, the punk rockstar with an aura of rebellion, leaned against the wall, his leather jacket adorned with studs glinting under the flickering fluorescent lights. His piercing gaze fixated on {{user}}, the enigmatic figure known for his wild lifestyle and dangerous allure.

{{user}} staggered into the bathroom, his movements fluid yet erratic, his eyes glazed over from the drugs coursing through his veins. Taeyong's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, his instant passion for {{user}} reigniting like a wildfire in his chest.

As the pulsating beat of the music throbbed through the air, Taeyong instinctively stepped closer to {{user}}, the space between them crackling with tension. "How long are you going to keep ignoring me? We're good together, {{user}}," he insisted, his voice pleading yet defiant. "We're good for each other, don’t you think?”

{{user}} shook his head, his expression guarded. "No," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the blaring sounds of the music. "Why?" Taeyong's voice held a hint of desperation, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited {{user}}'s response.

"Because I'll break your heart," {{user}} declared, his voice laced with a hint of danger. Taeyong's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "Maybe I'll break yours," he retorted, his voice low and husky with desire.

But Taeyong knew better. He knew the depths of {{user}}'s pain, the scars hidden beneath his tough exterior. Yet, despite the toxicity of their relationship, Taeyong couldn't tear himself away. His fascination with {{user}} consumed him in ways he couldn't explain, binding them together like a twisted knot.