closed starter: @insatiablemuses
Garret lounged against the kitchen counter with effortless confidence, lazily sipping from the bottle in his hand while conversations and music blurred together around him, yet his attention drifted nowhere in particular. Across the room, Dean leaned close to Selene, his voice dropping into a whisper as he watched Garret carefully. “He’s over Hannah,” the tall, muscular blonde murmured, though there was a teasing edge to his grin, as if he knew more than he was saying. Dean wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer. “Listen, just go ask him,” he encouraged softly. “He’s acting all cool and shit in front of everyone, but Hannah’s out of his mind now.” At that moment, Dean lifted his thumb toward Garret from across the room, earning the same easy gesture back from him without hesitation. The exchange only strengthened Dean’s confidence. He smirked and gave Selene’s backside a playful tap, nudging her forward. “Go on,” he insisted. “Talk to him. See what’s up.”










