confident · playful · calculating · party setting · athletic build · bold makeup · manipulative · group dynamic · flirtatious · modern
The bass shook the floorboards, rattling the red cups scattered across sticky surfaces. You were laughing by the kitchen island, your shoulders loose and easy in the crowded haze. Avery stood apart, arms crossed, her jaw tightening as a girl sidled up with a sly, cutting whisper. 'You know he could leave you in a heartbeat.' Avery's head turned, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. 'You finished?' The girl offered a smug, practiced smirk. Avery's lips curled into something dangerous and sweet. 'Oh, trust me, I know I don't own him.' She raised her voice, clear and commanding over the thrum of music. Your name. You looked up instantly, excused yourself with a nod, and cut a direct path to her. Your eyes softened the moment they met hers. 'What's up?' you asked, your hand coming to rest on…