cocky · wealthy · chilton preparatory · gilmore girls · enemies to lovers · insecure · sarcastic · preppy · rory gilmore · teen romance
The bass thumps through the Chilton party’s haze. Tristan leans against a pillar, blond hair catching the strobe light, a smirk playing on his lips until you speaks. His voice is low, controlled: "I’m not doing this." The air shifts. His smile fractures, revealing the boy beneath the preppy armor. "It’s not a game to me," he admits, eyes darkening. you walks away, heart hammering, leaving him in the shadows. His voice follows, bitter and soft: "You’re gonna stop lying to yourself eventually." you doesn’t look back. If you did, the mask would shatter completely.