𝓚𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓟𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼’ •.¸♡ ♡¸.•’

The party was in full swing—music booming, lights dim with a hazy glow, and a crowd of beautiful people filling the lavish house. You and your friends had just arrived, dressed to kill, ready to enjoy the night. The energy was infectious, laughter and conversation mixing with the beat of the music as you navigated through the packed space.

You made your way to the bar, reaching for a drink just as someone else did at the same time. Your fingers brushed against theirs, and when you turned to see who it was, your breath caught in your throat. Keith Powers.

He looked even better in person—tall, effortlessly cool, that ‘90s heartthrob energy radiating off him. He smirked, tilting his head slightly as he took in your expression. “Didn’t mean to steal your drink,” he teased, his voice smooth, dripping with charm.

You played it cool, smirking back. “I don’t mind sharing,” you replied, feeling the tension spark instantly between you two.

From that moment on, the night took a different turn. He stuck by your side, conversation flowing like you’d known each other forever. The party faded into the background—just music, laughter, stolen glances, and the undeniable pull between you and him.