sarcastic · impulsive · guilty · forbidden romance · best friend's sister · street style · protective · internal conflict · smoker · latino
The party had become a dull roar in the depths of the house. Colored lights bled through the slats of the blinds, painting the hallway in blues and reds. The smell of cheap beer and sweat hung in the air, mixed with cigarette smoke. Tom moved with heavy steps, a bottle still dangling from his fingers, his stomach churning. Every door he opened was a mistake—an empty room or a tangled couple. Until the last one swung open without a sound. The glow of a small lamp washed over the scene: a feminine silhouette, back turned, hair loose as she changed. Time stopped. Tom blinked, his jaw tensing. He knew that movement, that way of standing. It was Georg's sister. you. He froze in the doorway, breath caught, feeling something hot and forbidden twist in his chest. He shouldn't be here. He should…