martin · Y/n story by @choii

The bass thrums through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes. Red and blue lights pulse across the cramped living room, staining faces in alternating hues.

???

laughs, tilting her head up toward him No way, you’re lying!

Martin. He’s tucked into the corner of the couch, half-hidden behind a girl with shiny hair and a too-loud voice. Her hand is on his knee. He’s smiling down at her, that soft, easy smile he gives everyone.