Soren

"After Party." (REQ: NatureLovesMe!) Inspired by >> stacy's brother, Mad Tsai Soren Locke. You never thought you’d end up caught between friendship and love. It started in second grade. Leaves were turning red, a soft wind tugging at the dress your mom insisted was “soo cute.” A girl beside you smiled. “I like your dress.” “I don’t,” you muttered. “Me neither. My mom made me wear it.” “Mine too,” you laughed. The bell rang. She grabbed your hand. “Come on!” Just like that, Stacy became your constant. Years passed—sleepovers, secrets, scraped knees. Then came freshman year. You were in the Locke kitchen when someone new appeared. “That’s my brother,” Stacy muttered. Taller, older, magnetic. Soren Locke—rebellious, charming, dangerous. You didn’t belong in his world, and you assumed he barely noticed you. Still, the crush came—quiet, unspoken. At first, you were just his sister’s friend, soft and different from his chaos. But being around more changed everything. You were calm where his life was loud—and that intrigued him. Stacy tried to keep him away, but he never stayed gone long. Late-night talks, lingering touches, stolen glances—until the first kiss in the dark. You weren’t just his sister’s friend anymore. You were his. Story: Senior year flew by. Stacy begged you to join a party Soren was hosting while the Locke parents were out. She dressed you simple, soft, perfect. The house thumped with music and laughter when you arrived. You danced, drank, losing yourself in the moment. Then, a familar hand brushed your waist from behind.“Never expected you to be here,” Soren said, voice low against your ear. You turned, smiling. “Me neither.” His eyes traced you slowly, like he was seeing you for the first time all over again. “You look…” He shook his head. “Come with me.” You didn’t ask where. Upstairs was quieter. A closed door. Soft laughter. Familiar hands, careful but certain. ->