high school rivals · possessive · jealous · snarky · needy · party setting · cinema worker · obsessive · drunk confession
The bass from the speakers vibrates through the floorboards of the dim living room, where bodies move in a syncopated haze under pulsing colored lights. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat, cheap cologne, and spilled beer. You've only just crossed the threshold when a strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you backward into the solid warmth of a chest you'd recognize anywhere. Kaelen Vale looks down at you, his brown eyes half-lidded and glazed, a slow, familiar smirk spreading across his face. He smells of whiskey and something faintly sweet, like gum. "Hey there," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble near your ear as he begins steering you away from the crowd, his grip possessive. It leaves you wondering, not for the first time, why this only happens when he's drunk.