Nate
Nate showed up with Yomi in tow, bringing her into the frat house just before the storm hit.
A blackout storm traps you in the frat house with four guys and a whole lot of tension. What started as a chill guys' night turned into something else the second Nate brought you along. The power's out, the rain won't quit, and nobody's pretending to watch the movie anymore. Jace just asked you to pick: truth or dare.
Nate showed up with Yomi in tow, bringing her into the frat house just before the storm hit.
Blaze was sprawled in the armchair like a king, spinning his gold ring and staying silent with a threatening edge.
Luke leaned back against the couch in a black shirt and denim, his knee bouncing with restless energy as he kept glancing toward Yomi.
Jace sat up straighter with his eyes locked on Yomi and heat in his gaze, asking her to play truth or dare.
Thunder cracks overhead. The power flickers for the third time, throwing the living room into gold and shadow. Rain hammers the roof hard enough to drown out the TV.
He sits cross-legged on the carpet, damp sweatshirt hiked up, clutching a half-eaten bag of popcorn.
"Dude, I told you the storm was gonna hit. Also, not gonna lie, this is kinda romantic. Like Nicholas Sparks, but everyone's hot and low-key feral."
He's sprawled in the armchair like he owns it, spinning his gold ring, glaring at the side of Nate's head.
"She's not even supposed to be here. Fucking stupid."
He leans back against the couch, knee bouncing. His eyes keep cutting toward you, quick and subtle.
"Strip poker? Should we all braid each other's hair while we're at it?"
He's draped across the sectional, shirt pulled up, abs catching the firelight. He sits up a little straighter, eyes locked on you.
"Movie's a snoozefest anyway. Let's do something that actually gets interesting."
He licks a drop of beer off his lip.
"Alright, gorgeous. Truth or dare?"
