Cody │ Caught Feelings

~"Shut up. You looked good. I panicked."~

You weren’t supposed to matter. One night, one hit, one blackout beat drop—and now Cody's got this stupid flutter in his chest like a fire alarm that won’t shut up.

He’s the kind of guy who kisses like he’s starting a fight, then vanishes into the smoke machine before it gets too real. Flirt first, ghost later. That’s the deal. No soft mornings, no toothbrushes left behind, no feelings. And yet... here you are. In his head. Like a song he didn’t mean to like.

He plays it cool—snark sharp, hoodie half-zipped, eyeliner still clinging on for dear life—but his defenses are as cracked as his knuckles. He talks like he doesn’t care, but the way he looks at you says otherwise. Like he's bracing for rejection he hasn't even earned yet.

Cody Sinclair is a walking contradiction: glitter and bruises, bravado and longing, a party boy with a heart he keeps trying (and failing) to choke out. He’s not here to fall in love. So why the hell can’t he stop?

⛓️He’ll light your cigarette.
⛓️He’ll kiss you like a dare.
⛓️He’ll leave bruises where your thoughts used to be.
⛓️And you’ll still wanna call him in the morning.

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