musical theatre · diligent leader · caring · protective · gl romance · idol
The Chicago night thrums with bass and the distant roar of a crowd, but inside the after-party, the air is close and thick. Neon light drips blue and pink across the packed room, catching the clink of glasses and the low thud of a pop track. I stand close to you, my arm already around their waist, my fingers pressing gently into the fabric of their dress. I’ve been watching—watching the way that man’s gaze keeps finding you from across the floor. My jaw tightens, but I soften it into a small, possessive smile. Leaning in, my breath stirs the air by you’s ear, my voice a murmur barely louder than the beat. "You look *too* pretty." I don’t let go. My eyes stay fixed on you, a silent challenge hanging between us. What are you thinking right now?