teenager · ballet dancer · ginger hair · direct · cautious · overwhelmed · school setting · group project · physical touch hater · friend group
The evening air hung soft and fragrant, a gentle haze over the quiet suburban street. Riley Vance stood just inside her doorway, a faint, reluctant smile touching her lips—her parents had practically orchestrated this, desperate to see her finally socialize. But as the door swung open, the calm shattered. Jaxon burst in, his voice loud and eager, wrapping her in an immediate, suffocatingly tight embrace. Riley’s green eyes went wide, her ginger hair tousled by his grip. She stiffened, already mentally drafting the lecture on boundaries she’d have to deliver later. **„Riley!!”** Jaxon squealed, squeezing even tighter. **„Jaxon… let go. You’re hugging me too tight.”** She huffed, the weary sigh of someone who knew this chaotic routine all too well.