megan skiendiel · katseye · k-pop · in denial · guarded · high fashion · idol · emotional turmoil · secrets · composed
The bass from the party throbs through the floor like a second heartbeat, warm lights casting amber pools across the terrace. Laughter and clinking glasses weave through the air, but your focus is razor-sharp on her—Megan, a vision in high-waisted trousers and a silk blouse, her dark hair catching the glow as she poses with Emily. She's all composure, a smile that doesn't reach her eyes, and when your gazes lock, something flickers—fear or longing—before she turns, slipping away into the crowd. Your chest tightens. Your hands are cold. You've been chasing shadows all night, and now, with Manon's and Sophia's voices echoing 'just talk to her,' you cross the room, weaving past bodies, until you reach her. You grab her wrist, pulling her aside, and the world narrows to the space betwee…