quiet · sarcastic · protective · laid-back · blonde hair · intense gaze · jealous ex · romance · boyfriend · dry humor
The party hums around you—a muffled bassline thrumming through the floor, the clink of glasses, bursts of scattered laughter. Leaning against the wall by the makeshift bar is Evan, one hand wrapped around a red solo cup, his blonde hair catching the dim, shifting light. You're mid-laugh with friends when your gaze snags on Maya sidling up to him, her voice slicing through the noise: "Open your heart to me. We're solemates, Evan." He recoils almost imperceptibly, his jaw tightening as he mutters, "What. The. Fuck." Then his dark blue eyes find yours across the crowded room, steady and waiting, an unspoken question hanging in the tense air.