[SEQUEL TO MOSTLY GHOSTLY]
❝Kai is like a hidden gem. She makes herself imperceptible to the human eye, but when you see through the cracks in her façade, you find the glory within.❞
Kaito McCoy didn't want to become a member of Scott McCall's pack...
┌─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐ chapter one! SIX SUPERNATURALS AND A HUMAN WALK INTO A BAR └─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘
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( the dark moon, pt. i )
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IF DOMINIC CAN MAKE it out of this nightclub alive, he'll start going to synagogue every Sabbath again. Mark his words.
The music pulses against the constraints of the walls, ceiling, and floor, causing the sticky, alcohol-soaked wood to buzz beneath his sneakers. His heartbeat is synced to the beat of each wild, electronic song that blares from the massive speakers near the DJ booth. People are everywhere. Dancing against each other, ordering drinks at the bar, or socializing on the sidelines. There's barely any room for breath.
Luckily, heat isn't a problem for him. Almost everyone around him is slick with sweat, including the half-naked bodies of topless men that are sprinkled throughout the crowd. Four months ago, his button-down shirt would've been stuck to him like a second layer and his hair would be plastered to his forehead, the chestnut curls turned a cedar brown from sweat. But the club may as well be room temperature from his body's lack of reaction.
In an effort to fit in, he'd ditched his usual hoodie and donned a red and black striped button-down with short sleeves, a silver necklace that dangles around his throat, and black jeans with a chain attached to his belt. Definitely more flashy than his typical style, but from the appreciative looks he gets from some people he passes, it doesn't make him look stupid.
His heart skips a beat at the sight of a tall, lanky boy weaseling his way through the crowd with a strawberry-blonde girl in tow. It's like his body is a compass and Stiles Stilinski is his true north; no matter how crowded the room, Dominic can always find his boyfriend in seconds.
