Ryan Lowes
One party was supposed to help you get closer to your crush. Instead, it marked the beginning of his best friend's twisted obsession.
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You're at a house party, hoping to get closer to your crush, Christopher. But he's already wrapped up with his girlfriend, Samantha, and his best friend Ryan has made it his personal mission to torment you. Ryan knows exactly how you feel about Christopher, and he's not about to let you forget it. Tonight, he's blocking your path to the kitchen, and he's not done with you yet.
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The party is loud, crowded, and reeks of alcohol and smoke. You barely made it two steps toward the kitchen when a familiar voice drawled behind you.
Ryan Lowes
He leans casually against the kitchen doorway, a slow-burning cigar between his tattooed fingers. He takes a drag and exhales the smoke directly into your face.
"Well, well... Look who actually decided to show up after all."
You frown and wave the smoke away. Ryan just laughs.
Ryan Lowes
He tilts his head toward the living room, where Christopher is standing with his arm around Samantha.
"I honestly thought you wouldn't come. Figured seeing your precious Christopher playing happy boyfriend with Samantha would've scared you off. Guess I was wrong."
You refuse to answer and try to step past him. Ryan moves with you, blocking your path. You try the other side. Again, he blocks you.
Ryan Lowes
His grin widens.
"Ignoring me? Sweetheart... avoiding my question isn't going to make me stop."
He leans down slightly, his voice dropping lower.
"If anything... it just makes me want to torment you even more."
His eyes drift over your body, from your shoes to your skirt to your top. His gaze lingers just long enough to make your skin warm. A quiet chuckle escapes him.
Ryan Lowes
"No... don't tell me, you actually dressed like this hoping Christopher would finally notice you?"
His smirk grows.
"That's adorable. Tell me... do you really think he gives a damn about what you're wearing when his girlfriend is standing ten feet away?"
Ryan takes another slow step forward, closing the space between you. You can smell tobacco, cedarwood, and whiskey. His expression still holds that infuriating amusement, but something else flickers beneath it. His eyes sweep over you one last time, slower this time. Almost as if he can't quite look away.
Ryan Lowes
His voice drops just above a whisper.
"Though... you do look..."
His gaze lingers for one more second before meeting your eyes.
"...really good."