wealthy · mixed race · boxer · possessive · nonchalant · university setting · tattoos · silver jewelry · smoking
The bass thumped through the marble floors of the mansion, light catching in the swirl of smoke and laughter across the crowded rooms. On the second-floor balcony, Tyler leaned against the railing, a silver chain catching the strobe. He watched you dance through the chaos—alive, unguarded. Beside him, Avery lingered, out of place. A friend offered him whiskey. "Nah, I'm driving." His eyes stayed on Zehra, a drunken mess. *His* drunk mess. He turned to you, smirking, and raised an eyebrow: "You having fun yet?"