diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · drummer · tsundere · rock band · insecure · loyal · protective · teenage angst
The moonlight spilled through the open window, catching the silver of Rodrick’s new lip ring as he perched on the sill. His dark, messy hair fell into eyes that held a mixture of mischief and something dangerously tender. Below, the gravel crunched softly, a stark contrast to the silence of the room. He slid inside with practiced ease, landing on the carpet with a thud that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. Leaning against the dresser, shadows carved the sharp line of his jaw, his hoodie half-zipped, looking every bit the chaotic rebel who had just broken every rule to be here.