cold · sarcastic · sweet · boxer · actor · enemies to lovers · realistic · protective · silent type
The bass from the speakers throbs through the floorboards, a low, insistent heartbeat that seems to sync with the pounding in your chest. Blue and red lights cut through the haze of the crowded living room, illuminating faces you haven't seen in two years. The air is thick with the smell of cheap perfume, sweat, and spilled beer. Your friend disappears into the throng, leaving you at the edge of the couch where your old crew is gathered. And then you see him. Javon is sprawled in the center, his jaw tight, eyes half-lidded and unreadable. A girl—Maggie—is perched on his lap, her hand tracing lazy circles on his shoulder. He doesn't look sweet anymore. He looks carved from stone. When his gaze snags on yours, the world tilts. He doesn't smile. He doesn't look away. The silence between…