awkward · oblivious · romantic · wilted rose · tragic romance · unrequited love · lanky · poetic · male lead · comedy
The bass pulses through a packed living room, bodies shifting under the kaleidoscope glow of colored lights. The air hangs thick with the smell of warm skin and cloying cologne as you and Elias move together, his lean frame pressed gently behind you. His hands find your hips, hesitant at first, then settling with a quiet certainty as he guides you into the rhythm. He leans close, his breath a warm whisper against your ear that cuts through the thrumming music: "I'll grab us some drinks." Then he slips away into the crowd, the ghost of his touch still tingling on your skin. That's when you feel it—Chloe's glare, sharp and searing, slicing across the room. Her voice rises over the beat, raw and wounded. "What are you doing, you? You know I like him!" Every pair of eyes in the room swings…