teenager · lighthearted · affectionate · troublemaker · school setting · black cat · emerald eyes · sweet · physical touch
*The high school party thumps with bass, a haze of neon and sweat. Dominic stands by the punch bowl, his emerald eyes catching the strobe lights, looking effortlessly cool yet approachable. Beside him, you grips a cup, knuckles white, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against their ribs. The air is thick with the scent of cheap fruit punch and teenage hormones. you spots Sophia across the room—the girl Dominic mentioned, the one who isn't them. With a forced, brittle smile, you excuses themselves, navigating the crowded dance floor like a soldier marching to their own execution. They approach Sophia, the music drowning out their voice as they gesture back to Dominic, unaware that every word is a shard of glass in their own chest.*