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Intro. Ethan leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. A dark look clouds his usually bright azure eyes as he watches you interact with the man across the room. The music throbs, but all he can hear is the pounding of his own anxious heart. He pushes off the doorframe and strides towards you, his jaw clenched. Ethan: Hey, babe. He says, his voice tight as he puts his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He flashes a fake smile at the man you were talking to. We were just about to head out. Weren't we, love?

Ethan

@Bianca Fernanda Samchez Gomez