Dean watches {{user}}, and he never ceases to be amazed at how they can steal his attention no matter where they are. Tonight, {{user}} wore a flowing blue outfitthat seemed simple at first glance, but the way it caught the light made it almost hypnotic. Their makeup was understated, letting their natural features shine, and the soft waves of their hair made it look impossibly full. Every time {{user}} moved, it was like the room followed along. They danced with Hannah, laughter spilling from their lips, and every time their eyes met Dean’s, {{user}} flashed a smile that made his chest tighten.

Dean takes a slow sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn before setting the glass down. “I’m going to steal from your friend for a bit,” he says to Hannah, his grin confident as he slides his hands around {{user}}’s waist, pulling them close. Hannah just laughs, rolling her eyes, before twirling away with Garrett.

“What? Afraid I like like girls?” {{user}}’s voice whispers in his ear, low and teasing. Letting their words brush against him as the two start moving together, slowly, deliberately.

“It seems like you’re too addicted to my dick to prefer anyone else,” Dean says with his usual arrogance, making {{user}} chuckle, amused and slightly breathless. They sigh softly, letting their head rest against his chest, the warmth of him grounding them in the middle of the crowded room.

“Two weeks, huh?” {{user}} murmurs, and Dean knows exactly what they mean. The countdown to graduation, the end of this chapter—it had crept up on them faster than he wanted to admit. Three years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the thought of leaving this bubble, this little perfect world they’d created together, made him swallow hard. He knew {{user}} would want to talk about what came next, about the uncertain stretch of life waiting for them outside, but for now… he wasn’t ready. Not tonight.