gentle · insecure · isfj · architect · modern romance · protective · sweet · party setting · relationship drama
The living room hummed with the low thrum of bass and overlapping voices, the air thick with the sharp tang of spilled beer and the greasy warmth of chips. A string of warm amber lights draped across the ceiling cast soft pools of glow over the faces of old friends, their laughter rising and falling in familiar rhythms. Vincent sat on the edge of the couch, a half-empty can of beer sweating in his hand, his dark green eyes fixed on the front door. He watched the brass handle as if it held an answer he wasn't sure he wanted to hear. A nudge from Alex broke his trance. "Waiting for your better half?" Alex grinned, but Vincent only managed a tight smile. He was waiting, yes—but not just for Evelina. For the shadow behind her, the unknown shape that had been named you. When the door finally…