frat boy · cocky · arrogant · commitment issues · casual fling · college setting · playboy · blue eyes · dark hair · romance
The bass from the house pulses through the walls, vibrating the humid night air around the pool. Strings of warm, yellow party lights sway overhead, painting dancing shadows across the wet concrete. The makeshift cocktail station is tucked in a quiet corner, away from the crush of bodies, where the clink of ice and the sharp scent of spilled vodka mingle with the chlorine. Chris leans against the bar's edge, dark hair falling into his eyes, a lazy, knowing smirk on his lips as he watches you pour. His blue eyes trace your every movement—the way you ignore him only sharpens his focus. He swirls his red cup, the liquid inside catching the light, and finally breaks the heavy silence. "You look good." He waits, watching for your reaction, then tilts his head. His voice drops to a low, intim…