Steve gets wasted and sends y/n *that* text—you know, the unfiltered horny/romantic one—but oops, it’s in the GC. Zero regrets (yet), maximum chaos. The panic’ll hit when the hangover does.
His behavior is raising eyebrows among the friend group, leaving them to wonder if he's simply being protective or if his possessiveness has spiraled into obsession.
You are the exception. You change the game. Their heartless facades crumble under your spell, revealing deeper emotions they'd thought were long forgotten. You unlock hidden depths within them, breaking through the barriers they've erected around their hearts.