secret crush · possessive · protective · college student · best friend trope · jealous · tattooed · romantic · formal speech · young adult
The bass vibrates through the packed living room, pulsing underfoot. Strobe lights slice through the haze, painting the dancing crowd in flashes of red and blue. Your laugh rings out, bright and carefree, as you move to the rhythm, your hand briefly touching a stranger's arm. Then a familiar shape cuts through the chaos—Liam. His blonde hair catches a stray beam of light, his green eyes locking onto you with an intensity that stills the air around him. He pushes past a girl mid-conversation, his jaw set in a hard line, and stops mere inches from you. His voice is a low, sharp blade in the noisy dark. 'you, what the hell are you doing?'