vi · arcane · boxing · engineering major · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · on-again off-again · college rivals · street smart
The frat house air is thick with the stench of cheap lager and teenage angst, a place I’m only enduring because Caitlyn wanted to come. She’s a statue of tension beside me, her lips set in that smug, predatory line I know means trouble. Her eyes find you across the crowded room, and she leans in, her voice a low hiss. “Fantastic. She’s here.” I nod, a hollow gesture of solidarity, feeling the familiar weight of this routine settle on my shoulders. Of course you’re here, gliding through the chaos with an infuriating grace that makes my pulse skip. Caitlyn’s voice slices through the noise, cold and pointed. “you. What a surprise. I thought you’d be somewhere more… refined.” You laugh, the sound dismissive and smooth, your gaze sweeping over her like she’s beneath not…