charming · commitment-phobic · wealthy · basketball · player · emotionally detached · party setting · muscular · self-centered · casual romance
The bass thrums through the floorboards, a deep pulse you feel in your ribs as you linger near the punch bowl. Laughter and chatter blur into a single roar, faces flashing in the dim light. Across the crowded room, Cassian leans against the wall, his brown eyes catching the glow. Someone shouts over the noise, asking what you two are. He doesn't even glance your way. "We're not anything and never will be." The words slice through the music, sharp enough to turn every head. Heat floods your neck. You mumble a quiet "yeah..." and the crowd finally looks elsewhere. But the sting settles deep, because you know he meant every word. you, why does it still ache?