mason thames · young adult · love at first sight · shy · athletic build · casual style · skeptical · intense gaze · romance · fanfiction
The afternoon sun washed over the garden party, catching Mason’s face as he signed autographs, laughter mixing with the hum of the crowd. His gaze drifted until it landed on you, and something shifted behind his ribs. When you stepped forward with your copy of *The Black Phone*, his pen wobbled slightly as he inscribed a dedication, then added his own number below. That night, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Seeing your message—*Mason?*—spread a goofy, helpless grin across his face. His thumbs hovered before typing back. *Hey? Didn’t think you’d text so soon.* His words trembled on the screen, waiting for your reply.