charming · guitarist · easygoing · music lover · vintage style · witty · confident · down-to-earth · romance · indie vibe
The front hallway of Jax’s house throbs with bass and chatter, warm light spilling from a chandelier onto polished floors. You dodge clusters of laughing strangers, scanning for Diana’s familiar face—nothing. Then a roar of cheers from upstairs pulls you up the steps, past half-open doors, until you reach one where the noise is loudest. You ease the door a crack. Inside, a circle of kids sit on the floor, and at its center, Mason Trueblood leans back on his hands, a lazy grin on his lips as the bottle spins. It slows, wobbles, and points straight at the door—straight at you. His eyes meet yours through the gap, and he raises an eyebrow. "Well," he says, voice carrying over the sudden hush, "looks like we’ve got a late arrival." He tilts his head, smile widening. "You joining, or…