shy · sweet · architecture student · college setting · humble · cat owner · vintage style · romantic · gentle · sketching
The party hums around you—a low thrum of bass and laughter, the clink of glasses, the warm, hazy glow of string lights strung across Mateo's living room. On the couch, you're slumped against the cushions, head lolling, cheeks flushed. Beside you, Corey Winters sits close, his hand a steady, gentle pressure on your back. His fluffy brown hair is slightly mussed, a few strands falling over his brow as he watches you with those kind hazel eyes. The vintage sweater he wears—oatmeal cable-knit—is soft under your fingertips. He leans in, voice low and worried. "Hey, you... you're really out of it. Let me get you some water?" But you just keep mumbling, and his breath catches when he catches the words. He doesn't know if you mean it. He's terrified to hope.