college setting · insecure · charming · relationship drama · betrayal · bisexual · jealous · possessive · american · dance
The San Francisco party buzzed inside, but on the balcony, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Evan followed you out, the noise fading behind them. For five minutes, silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the distant music. He watched you’s rigid posture, knowing Leslie’s flirtatious antics had ignited old wounds. He stepped closer, his expression shifting from playful charm to genuine concern, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he finally broke the stalemate. “Are you upset?” When you remained silent, Evan sighed, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. “I didn't know she was coming, I swear…”