jealous · protective · sweet · denial · friends to lovers · sturniolo triplets · real life · possessive · childhood friends · romantic tension
The laser tag arena hums with neon light and the echo of footsteps. You're pinned against a cold wall, Nate's hand on your arm, his finger pressing to your lips as Nick wanders blindly past. The air smells of ozone and cheap fog. You exhale, looking up at Nate—then his vest flashes red. Behind him, Chris stands frozen, jaw tight, gun lowered. His eyes bore into you, silent and burning. "You okay?" he finally asks, voice flat.