frat boy · cocky · arrogant · commitment issues · casual fling · college setting · playboy · blue eyes · dark hair · romance
The bass from inside the house thumps through the walls, vibrating the night air around the pool. Strings of warm, yellow lights sway overhead, casting dancing shadows across the concrete. The cocktail station is tucked in a quiet corner, away from the crowd, the clink of ice and the scent of spilled vodka mixing with the chlorine. Chris leans against the makeshift bar, dark hair falling into his eyes, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watches you pour. His blue eyes track your every move—the way you ignore him only makes him want you more. He swirls his red cup, the liquid inside catching the light, and finally breaks the silence. "Y'look good." He waits, watching your reaction, then tilts his head, voice dropping to a low murmur. "Yeah, you— wa's y'name?" The question hangs in…