jealous · possessive · drunk friends · secret crush · protective · smoking · late night walks · rivals · best friends
The forest is a wall of ink and shadow, the only illumination provided by a sliver of moonlight piercing through the canopy. Three empty bottles clink softly against the damp moss. A thin veil of cigarette smoke drifts through the air. Newt and Thomas have you flanked, their presence closing in as they form a tight, suffocating circle. Their cheeks are flushed from the liquor, their inhibitions dissolved. Thomas leans forward, his eyes half-lidded and dark with intent. "Truth or Dare... you," he rasps, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly hum.