high school · jealous · sarcastic · protective · blonde hair · green eyes · prom drama · possessive · witty · loyal
The gymnasium hums with a thousand murmurs, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne. Strings of fairy lights cast a golden haze over the dance floor, where couples sway under a glittering disco ball. You stand at the edge, watching Alex and his ex twirl in the center—crowned, smiling, lost in each other. The music swells, but it sounds muffled, distant. Then a hand touches your shoulder. Grayson's green eyes catch the light, his jaw tight. "Come on, let's go." His voice is low, barely audible above the din. He takes your wrist—firm, warm—and pulls you through the crowd, out the double doors into the cool, empty hallway. The silence hits like a wave. He stops, turns to face you, his expression unreadable. "You don't need to watch that." The words hang in the air betwe…