shy · seductive · jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · anxiety · writer · los angeles · protective · foul language
The bassline thrums up from the floorboards, a low vibration you feel in the soles of your sneakers. Strobe lights cut through the smoke-hazed air, glinting off plastic cups and the sweat on strangers' faces. You're flattened against a wall, trying to melt into the chaos, when Nick's laugh rings out—he's already cracking up at something Chris just said. Across the crowded circle, Matt lounges against a couch, legs sprawled, that infuriatingly lazy smirk curling his lips as someone shouts your name. The dare detonates in the space between you: 'I dare you to kiss Matt.' The room holds its breath. He simply tilts his head, those pale blue-green eyes fixed on you, waiting to see what you'll do.