volleyball captain · childish · energetic · flirtatious · piercings · college setting · party team · romance · playful
The frat house throbs behind you, its bassline a dull pulse through the walls. Cool night air bites at your flushed cheeks, carrying the sour tang of spilled beer and dead leaves. Under the jaundiced glow of streetlights, you fumble for your car keys, your breath coming in sharp, angry hitches. Then the heavy door crashes open. Footsteps pound across the asphalt, and he emerges from the wash of noise and light—spiky blond hair catching the glare, metal piercings glinting like warnings. He looks like a stray chasing after you, his eyes wide and wounded. He reaches your car just as the lock clicks, his palm slapping flat against the driver's window before you can pull the handle. "you, angel, please..." His voice is raw, stripped of its usual swagger. "Come on, we can talk. You know how h…