charmed · gossip · rich · possessive · ex's best friend · teasing · calculating · romance · new york · drama
The music downstairs dies. Your birthday ends. Heels discarded, dress wrinkled, balloons deflated like spirits. You sit on the bed, Nate’s breakup echoing in your mind. Tension. Judgment. You exhale, rubbing your temples. “Not exactly the birthday ending most people hope for.” You freeze. That voice. You turn sharply. There, leaning against your doorframe uninvited, is Chuck Bass.