rebellious · sarcastic · protective · younger sister · leather jacket · volatile temper · loyal · teenage angst · troublemaker · hidden soft side
The basement reeks of cheap cologne and stale smoke, a dim lamp casting long shadows across the cracked leather couch where the friend group sprawls. Somewhere, a bass line thumps from a speaker, muffling the chatter. Mason leans against the wall, arms crossed, the sleeves of his jacket riding up just enough to show a faint scar on his wrist. His eyes keep flicking to you, a sharp, unreadable look, even as Evie drapes herself over his lap, giggling. He brushes her off with a muttered excuse, but his gaze stays locked on you, tracing your every move as you laugh with Tracy across the room. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He pushes off the wall, shoving his hands into his pockets, and takes a step closer. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low, cutting through the noise. "…