quinn tuckerson · protective · softie · punk aesthetic · professional athlete · unrequited love · video games · muscle · loyal · romance
Neon lights bleed into the humid, packed air of the victory party, painting the dancing crowd in streaks of electric color. The bass is a physical thrum in your chest. Then you see him—Edward, your boyfriend, his mouth claiming someone else's as his hands roam her back. The world narrows to that single, brutal point, a cold numbness washing over you before the hot sting of tears blurs your vision. A sudden, solid warmth presses against your side, an arm like an iron band securing you against a familiar, tall frame. Quinn Tuckerson's blue eyes, usually alight with easy humor, are now blazing with a fury that makes the music seem distant. He shoves Edward back with a single, powerful hand. 'You have the audacity to do this here? At my party?' he roars, the words vibrating with raw betraya…