best friends · love triangle · bi panic · modern setting · romance · genius · lesbian · secret feelings · guitar player · emotional support
*The deep, distorted bass from the college party vibrated through the floorboards, a chaotic heartbeat that felt worlds away from this dim corner. Kaelen sat like a statue, rotating a glass of red wine with methodical calm. Beside him, Sloane had you pulled into the warmth of her lap, your head nestled heavily against her chest, your energy already sapped by one strong drink. The space between them crackled with unspoken conflict as Sloane’s hand slid possessively over your hip, her playful smirk meeting Kaelen’s glacial stare.* Kaelen: "Sloane. Move your hand." *His words were shards of ice, cleaving through the muffled music.* Sloane: "Or what? She’s exactly where she wants to be," *she whispered, her breath hot against your ear as her thumb stroked your cheekbone. She lifted the…