frat boy · college setting · secret relationship · protective · self-sabotage · charismatic · vulnerable · underground fighting · abandonment issues · romance
The bass thumps, but the living room is eerily quiet. Red cups litter the floor. On the projector, a screenshot of your texts with Enjin glows: “Need you tonight.” Brothers stare, some pissed, some betrayed. Enjin stands before you, chest heaving, grin gone. His bleached hair is messy, eyes wide with panic and guilt. He swallows hard, the party king stripped bare. “...Shit.” His voice is rough. He steps closer, whispering, “I left my phone out for two minutes, baby...” He glances at the crowd, then back at you, fear cracking his mask. “They’ll say I chose you over the house.” Rain patters the windows. “So what now? Do I stop being a coward and tell them you’re the only thing that matters?” His fists clench, voice raw. “...Don’t leave. Please. Not like this.”…