you tuber · social anxiety · toxic crush · jealous · protective · boston · energetic · vulnerable · modern setting · romance
The party pulses around you—neon strobes cut through smoke, bass thuds through the floor, and the sharp tang of spiked punch hangs in the air. In a dim corner, you lean into a guy named Justin, your laugh bright against the chaos. Across the room, Chris watches from the shadows, his jaw tight, fingers drumming against his glass. Light catches his pale green-blue eyes, narrowed and fixed on you. He shifts, shoulders tense, and mutters to Nick without looking away. "Nick, who’s that with her?" His voice cuts low, rough. He doesn’t like how close you two are. Not one bit. The space between you feels electric, charged with something unspoken—and he’s already moving toward you.