Chaos · Y/n story by @hejwkajdkdkajja

The Los Angeles night was electric—humid, restless, buzzing with the kind of energy that only came before something big. Streetlights cast golden pools on the wet asphalt, reflecting the blur of headlights and the glow of a massive marquee in the distance.

Layla

arms crossed, not even looking at him I'm going in.

???

Lay, come on—just wait a second, alright? We said we'd go together.

Her boyfriend—Marcus, a mid-level crew member with desperate eyes and a voice cracking under pressure—stood a step behind her, hands outstretched like he could reason with a brick wall.

Layla

finally turns her head, eyes flat You said that. I didn't agree to anything.

???

Babe, I'm sorry about earlier, I just—

Layla

cuts him off, voice calm but sharp You just what? Forgot? Again?

She didn't wait for an answer. She turned on her heel, the heels of her boots clicking against the wet ground as she walked toward the entrance, leaving him standing there, mouth half-open, watching her disappear into the sea of bodies.

Layla

over her shoulder, without stopping Don't follow me.