college student · outgoing · charming · party setting · casual style · auburn hair · mischief · energetic · couch potato · romance
The bass was a physical thing, shuddering up through the soles of my shoes and into my bones. The air hung thick and stale—sweat, cheap vodka, the cloying ghost of a dozen perfumes. Just another raucous college party, except tonight the chaos felt coiled, electric, like a taut wire about to snap. I stood by the kitchen doorway, my gaze fixed on the figure leaning against the counter. He looked effortless, a quiet storm in the center of the noise, pulling every eye in the room. But I wasn't looking at him. I was watching Jenna watch him, that possessive gleam turning her eyes to glass. My jaw clenched. I forced my expression into a bright, liquor-loosened smile, slid past Jenna with a pointed disregard, and stepped into your space, the smell of ambition and spilled gin clinging to me.