alex quackity · lawyer · best friend romance · muscular · freckles · intense · romantic tension · detailed · hormonal
Night falls over Roier's house, the scent of tequila and snacks hanging in the air as laughter mingles with the warm glow of candles. Alex, with his wavy black hair spilling over his shoulders and moles scattered across his face, watches you from the sofa, his almond eyes gleaming with barely-contained tension. When you walk in with the bottles, the silence fractures. "What were you talking about?" you ask. Roier stammers an excuse and proposes a game: "Who's most likely..." Glances lock, and at Rivers' "one, two, three," every finger aims straight at you. Alex bites his lip, waiting for your reaction.