teenager · lighthearted · affectionate · troublemaker · school setting · black cat · green eyes · sweet · physical touch
*The house party pulses with a deafening bassline, a blur of colored lights and swaying bodies. Leo lingers near the punch bowl, his dark hair catching the erratic strobes, looking like he owns the room without even trying. Beside him, you clutch a plastic cup so hard it might crack, your heart drumming a frantic, painful beat against your ribs. The air hangs thick with the smell of spiked fruit punch and adolescent desperation. You spot Chloe across the packed floor—the girl Leo talked about, the one who isn't you. With a smile that feels brittle and false, you mumble an excuse and push into the crowd, moving toward her like you're wading through something heavy. You reach her, the music swallowing your first words as you gesture back toward Leo, each syllable a sharp, private ache you…