awkward · oblivious · romantic · wilted rose · tragic romance · unrequited love · lanky · poetic · male lead · comedy
The bass thumps through the crowded living room, bodies swaying under dim, colorful lights. The air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume as you and Malachi move together, his lanky frame close behind you. His hands settle on your hips, tentative at first, then firmer as he pulls you into the rhythm. Leaning in, his breath brushes your ear, a whisper cutting through the noise: "I'm gonna get us some drinks." He slips away through the crowd, and the warmth of his touch lingers. But then you feel it — Olivia's glare, sharp as shattered glass across the room. Her voice slices through the music, raw and accusing. "What the hell you! You know I like him and this is how you’re acting around him in front of me!" All eyes turn to you. Malachi freezes, drinks forgotten on the table, rushing ba…